Mark: A Fictional Narrative

• "I heartily accept the motto,__ 'That government is best which governs least; ' and I

“I think government is the worker that works for the people who tell them what they want them to do by the way they vote at the election poll. I don’t like it when people in the congress don’t do what the constitution said.”

“There’s a trillion dollars of spending power in our community and we want to make sure that dollar stays within our community. Twenty-eight days a dollar stays in the Asian community, twenty-one days a dollar stays in the Hispanic community. In our community, our dollar leaves within six hours. We have got to change that…Until we have total control of how we circulate our money, our power and respect will continue to be marginalized," he declared.

"Hey!" I said as he began to laugh making me laugh as well. It was strange to me how easy it was to talk to him. In school, with everyone other than Elizabeth, social skills was definitely my second least strong suit.

“What the heck,” he said, oblivious to the fact, he was sopping wet. He was about to sing when a rather uncomfortable feeling came over him, a feeling he all of a sudden recognized, he was

"Why are you here?" Brian asked, he out the cap over the bottle and set it down. "I should be asking you that. I am just exploring. You?"

"Hey Johnny, you okay?" I asked. He looked up at me for a moment then stared back down.

“Has he bewitched you into thinking that this is fine?! What part of giving him more money while he sits on his rump picking the grass like a cow ‘fine’! We barely have enough money to feed ourselves with the economy like it is!”

“Hey mate. You know what is going on?” Jo asked the man with the J’s.

“But as Jenny pointed out,” Roy told Johnny the next day to make sure he understood their family still wanted him and loved him. “If anyone of us were in your place, we would be upset too. I mean, I may not see my mom or dad much, but I still have them. Your Aunt Jo still has her parents as well. Then, to wake up and realize you lost a lot of time, are somewhere you don’t know, well I don’t know if I could handle things as good as you.”

Johnny: Okay, I will call you. Just that never answer my phone calls whenever I called you.

          When it came to the music department, Mark was graceless. He was shocked by Ileana's talent, and he tried to tap his foot in rhythm with her guitar. Failing drastically, he stopped and bashfully stared at the ground, presumably fascinated by a dust particle dancing around.

“G-guys?” He asked quietly, his voice cracked and torn against his throat and he coughed, forcing himself to look up. His brothers were across from him, lying limp against the floor. “Guys!” He dug his nails into the ground and dragged himself over to their bodies. He tugged on Leo’s arm, his body moving limply. “Yo, dudes, ya’ve gotta wake up now.” He said again, looking up at the room. It seemed to be a cargo room, like in a plane. The walls were bare and lined to the ceiling with cargo, boxes of all different shapes and sizes with different logos stamped onto the wood.

" Hey Alex your pretty smart right." said Frank. " Ya I guess why." said

He laughs gently and points out what I failed to see in my new dream world, that these people were just like everyone else, trying to make a living, and stretching the truth sometimes to do that. That was just the first of a few lessons I would learn in the marketplace.