MarkI.Mark was always the seventh dwarf.He really didn’t mind the unofficial title though - no, not until the day his Snow White started dating her Prince Charming.He was keenly, painfully aware of his clumsiness and feminine body and the fact that he was an useless nerd ever since. He felt himself nothing but a loser, despite the high scores he gained and the excellent report card over the years. He harvested failures. His great effort of trying to be a better Mark O’Neal who Darlene deserved to get gone to a waste.He successfully made to the school teams. Great, but so what? O’Neal was stucked in the damn reserved teams while Hobster was out on the court being the center of everything he dreamt to be.The unpredictable loss over one vote in the race for the President chair once again threw Mark into the circle of shame and being pity contrasted the triumph Matthew surrounded by marvelous cheer and love.As if his life wasn’t miserable already, the Fates made him witnessed his crush who kept giggling happily accompanied by her stupid boyfriend every - single - day.It drove him nuts. Envy bloomed inside him like a mass wild poisonous flora, slowly and quietly overtook his mind. He longed to tear the delight couple apart, to shove Matthew away and brainwashed Darlene and bring back the innocent girl who once only belonged to him. The feeling was so hard to reject sometimes that he feared he would actually detach the girl from her joy.Anyhow, Mark would never do a thing against Darlene, at all cost, even if it meaned he would have to sacrifice his own fancy.Beside, he wasn’t a thoughtless immature kid. Life has taught him well to remain calm despite whatsoever happened against his wish and endeavoured harder until he gained what he seek. With that ambitious motto, he pushed himself off the comfort limit to the next level of hell.He stayed after school everyday, practiced and corrected his shoot, his movements, his pose until he collapsed helplessly on the hard
MarkI.Mark was always the seventh dwarf.He really didn’t mind the unofficial title though - no, not until the day his Snow White started dating her Prince Charming.He was keenly, painfully aware of his clumsiness and feminine body and the fact that he was an useless nerd ever since. He felt himself nothing but a loser, despite the high scores he gained and the excellent report card over the years. He harvested failures. His great effort of trying to be a better Mark O’Neal who Darlene deserved to get gone to a waste.He successfully made to the school teams. Great, but so what? O’Neal was stucked in the damn reserved teams while Hobster was out on the court being the center of everything he dreamt to be.The unpredictable loss over one vote in the race for the President chair once again threw Mark into the circle of shame and being pity contrasted the triumph Matthew surrounded by marvelous cheer and love.As if his life wasn’t miserable already, the Fates made him witnessed his crush who kept giggling happily accompanied by her stupid boyfriend every - single - day.It drove him nuts. Envy bloomed inside him like a mass wild poisonous flora, slowly and quietly overtook his mind. He longed to tear the delight couple apart, to shove Matthew away and brainwashed Darlene and bring back the innocent girl who once only belonged to him. The feeling was so hard to reject sometimes that he feared he would actually detach the girl from her joy.Anyhow, Mark would never do a thing against Darlene, at all cost, even if it meaned he would have to sacrifice his own fancy.Beside, he wasn’t a thoughtless immature kid. Life has taught him well to remain calm despite whatsoever happened against his wish and endeavoured harder until he gained what he seek. With that ambitious motto, he pushed himself off the comfort limit to the next level of hell.He stayed after school everyday, practiced and corrected his shoot, his movements, his pose until he collapsed helplessly on the hard