President Who

Mark stood at the glass window of the jail cell looking at the teenage boy who had tried to kill him. He could see that his eyes were tearstained. Motioning to the guard to let him in and walking over to the boy, he sat down.Why do you hate me? What have I done that makes you want to kill me?Looking into the face of Mark, he spoke with a tremble in his voice. I dont hate anyone. I dont know you.A ...