Marco Dietrichson walks right out of the school along with his best friend, Vice Grotti. They had been friends since the first day they had met, inside the school building. The two had made a lot of memories so far, eating out in restaurants sometimes, visiting their homes, and even helping each other to learn faster than the rest of the class.
As they walk out into the streets, Marco looks back at the school, straight at the letters engraved into the building, the same one he had been going to for the last three months. Since he can now read, he might as well give the sign of the school a shot.
"Luvastreet Public School. I guess that name works," he spoke smoothly. Marco then turned his head to Vice, who was also looking at the sign.
"What do you think Vice? Do you think the name is good?" he questions. Vice, without skipping a beat, replies.
"It is just a name, Marco. I don't think they put that much thought into it. Besides, if it works, it works."