He lived the wrong side of the tracks, wore the same camouflage T-shirt to school every day, and carried a plastic gun with bright orange flare.
She, from the rich side of town, dressed in satins and lace with shoes to match and a halo on her head.
They ate jello and fairy-cakes and drank blackcurrant juice. When he swung his weapon and she stopped him, he knocked the cup from her hand, spilling red down her skirt.
She cried. He looked dismayed. And the teacher set things to rights with a damp cloth.
They were married sixteen years later.