He sat by himself tracing his small tattoos of a star on his left arm.

She sat down and smiled at him.

"What does it mean" he asked.

"What" he asked.

"The tattoo you're tracing" she asked.

"My mother told me that I was like the north star, the only one" he told her.

She smiled and reached her hand to make sure she knew it's form.

"Uh I really should get going" he said and she pulled him back.

"No we can play a little bit right" she asked.

"Please I have somewhere important to be" he said pulling his arm.

She dug her fingers into his arm and he blood ran down.

He pushed away and ran as fast as he could.