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@Philippe @drsawzall Mark is really poor at expressing his feelings — even for a teenage boy. So I think letters and serenades would be completely out of the question for him. In the next chapter we’ll see what his plan for approaching Sandro looks like.🫣
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Nice to hear the story interests you. I planned to make this just a short story, which is why the chapters are so brief. Maybe at some point I’ll write a longer story about some other boys.
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Many thanks for your comments.😊I’m not intending to add any death‑related elements to the story. There’s certainly angst, but most of it is Mark’s internal struggle.
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@FanLit @akascrubber @VBlew Thanks for the comments. In the next chapter we’ll see what happens at Sammy’s party.🙂
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@Seraph28 @Cane23 How much easier things would have been for Mark if he had had this conversation earlier. Teenagers unfortunately don’t tend to share their troubles easily, especially with their parents.
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Friday morning was cold, damp, and utterly miserable. Mark sat stiffly in the passenger seat of his father's sedan, staring out the rain-streaked window at the main entrance of his high school. The principal, Timothy Vance, had called Mark's parents late Thursday evening. Zero tolerance for physical violence on school grounds. That was the rule. "Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is, Mark?" his father, Rick, said, gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white.
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@chrstphrl @Seraph28 @Cane23 @akascrubber @Modified Cub @DenCornell Thanks for the comments.😊 We’ll see what happens to Mark. Four chapters to go, and the last ones are a bit longer than the earlier chapters.
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@chrstphrl Thanks for the feedback.😊 I also consider Franz a successful character, precisely because he’s so complex and not overly nice or immediately easy to like. At the beginning of the story Franz was more of a side character, but the further the series has progressed, the more space he has claimed in the narrative. If I had known how the story would eventually unfold when I first started writing, I would have built many plot turns and characters differently. Even at this point — near the end of the fourth book — I still wasn’t entirely sure how all of this would end.😏
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Thursday brought the kind of heavy, damp chill that made the high school hallways smell like wet raincoats and cheap body spray. Mark was leaning against his locker, shoving a folder into his backpack, when Sammy bounced over. Sammy possessed a permanent, restless energy that made him almost impossible to ignore. "Marky-Mark!" Sammy grinned, pulling Mark into a playful headlock. "Listen up. Saturday night. The annual Miller twins' extravaganza at my place. Sienna's promised to supply ‘
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@Seraph28 True. Franz is a contradictory character. His heroic fantasies and the image he has of his own mission don’t really match reality, and in this chapter I wanted to bring that out more🙂 And yes, little by little the loose plot threads and the fates of different characters start weaving together. Almost the whole group is indeed gathering in Dimalos. But not quite all of the important ones. Because in the next chapter, we’ll see where Darren and Danae ended up after stepping through the magic gate.
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Franz Dimalos, Andiol Empire In his daydreams he had imagined arriving in Dimalos in a far more glorious fashion: how they would float over the towering palaces of the administrative quarter and descend proudly somewhere near Senate Hill. Franz would have waved at the great triumphal arch and at the crowd that, in turn, would have cheered the valiant balloonists and placed garlands around their necks. Or at least something along those lines. That was why the real Dimalos felt like a
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@jaysalmn @Modified Cub @akascrubber @VBlew Thanks for the thoughtful comments. We have to remember that Mark and Sandro were closer than friends usually are. They’ve spent practically their entire lives together, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if Max’s words turned out to be right. But a situation that has gotten this bad isn’t easy to fix — especially when neither of them is clearly ready to take the first step toward making peace.🫤
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Good points from you. Before anything else, Mark needs to learn to accept himself.
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The walk to school was usually a ten-minute straight shot down the street, a path Mark had walked thousands of times. For years, those ten minutes had been filled with dumb jokes, spilled gossip, and the rhythmic slap of a soccer ball passed back and forth across the asphalt. Now, Mark walked it alone, the silence heavy around him. As he turned the corner onto the main road, the sting of yesterday's lunch break confrontation settled back into his ribs. He had tried to fix things after
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@FanLit Mark had been speaking about gay people in a negative tone for quite a while, but this time, in his bedroom, he went too far and Sandro couldn’t stay silent anymore. In Mark’s case, it seems to be about having a certain ideal of what he thinks he himself should be, and homosexuality doesn’t fit into that.😕 @Seraph28 Exactly. For some people, accepting themselves is easier, and for others it’s much harder and takes much longer.
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Yep. He hasn’t been able to handle his inner turmoil.
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True. And Mark couldn’t have guessed that Sandro was gay.
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@Cane23 @drsawzall Yeah. Poor Mark. Often it just isn’t easy being a teenager.
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I had to Google what those initials mean😁
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@akascrubber A few clarifications to your comment: Mark and Sandro used to visit each other constantly before the rift. Mark’s parents did notice the boys’ quarrel — more about that comes in the next chapter.☺️
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The morning light filtering through the bathroom blinds was pale and cold, casting gray stripes across the mirror. Mark stood in front of the sink in a towel wrapped around his waist, the steam from the shower slowly fading from the glass. Every time he had closed his eyes last night, yesterday's disaster in the cafeteria had replayed on a loop: the clatter of Sandro's tray, the defensive anger in Sandro's voice, and worst of all, Jared's parting question echoing in the empty hallway.
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@akascrubber @chrstphrl @VBlew Thank you for the comments! In the next chapter, more will be revealed about the rift between the boys.
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The cafeteria was doing what it always did on a Tuesday in mid-October: roaring with the clatter of plastic trays, shouting over the hum of the air conditioning, and smelling faintly of cleaner and warmed-up mozzarella sticks. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, overcast skies hung heavy over the damp football field, but inside, the room was packed with the usual noisy lunch crowd. At a four-top table near the windows, seventeen-year-old Mark Daniels picked at his turkey sandwich, only ha
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Mark is seventeen and has been Sandro's best friend since they were little kids. Until one day, he isn't anymore. After half a year of silence, what’s broken isn't so easy to fix.
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Very sad news. Geron’s death is a great loss to readers, for he was one of GA’s finest writers — truly gifted. His stories also always had a particularly warm atmosphere, and they ended so happily that they left the reader with a good feeling. My own favorites are Goofy-foot and My Crimson Year.
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