The Real Marik

Marik slunk across the sidewalk like a grumpy panther. He had been feeling down the day when after he duled that starhaired teen and his friends. Actually it wasn't marik who had dueled them it was just some oaf who marik mind controled to duel them. It was been a bgood fight but it was that af who they feared and rispected wile Marik was just standing on the side lines like a fool! I mean, Marik loved his ananimity alot on one hand but he never got any crdit for his duled. It was furstratting. He punched a light pole as he shambled down the night street. It broght tiers to he eyes as he stooped and leaned against the poll. The light gold haired teen sniffeld and muttered something under his breathe "Those fools. he let out "They dont even no that Im Marik!" "THOSE FOOLISH FOOLS!" He cryed! The sound rolled around the alley and came back to him as but a whisper of waht it was.

"So thats it then isnt it my pain means nothing it just fades away like a cry that ecos on a empty dead streat. He was feeling all the more saddend all the wile. He then had an idea that made him think. Why do I even care about those fools? If they don't know that I'm Marik its they're problem rite? They dont deserve to no the real marik Marik grinned. His spiky but floppy too hair partally covered his glinting gold eyes as he looked up the street. He started a cackle. I don't kneed them! he thinks. He started of to got o his one of his favorit manga shops to cheer him up. "And you know hat?  Those fools havn't seen the lats of Marik the real one or the fake pupet fool!"

Marik waked into the store he went to and starter to look around. He got frustrated tho as every manga he could see had freinds and friendship all over them! He was sick of friendship! "FOOLS" he bellowed around. that got him some wired looks from the other manga reders. Marik hid a medium blush aa he checked himself back. Why did it hurt so much to think about freds? He cept thinking about the fools on the tower with the puppet oaf were he foght them and it was making him shake he was so mad. GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU FOOLS! he almost screamed that but stopped him self. A tear runs down the blonde's chek.  Maybe he was so obcessed with those fools because he actually really did wan't to be frends wwith then.

Marik needed to be a lone. He practacly ran out of the shop to wonder the streets agan. Mayeb he wold talk to the star haired boy and his friends. Mabe he would open up...and show those fools the real Marik.