Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2015 17:24:55 -0000
From: yumyums@sigaint.org
Subject: Mentoring Mark - Part 1

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Mentoring Mark

Chapter 1

A cool breeze hit my face as I exited the black SUV. Despite it being the
middle of a hot summer, today was a cool day with a nice, refreshing
breeze. The surrounding suburban neighborhood was filled with vibrant green
grass and quaint two story homes; a calm and relaxing surrounding compared
to the gray, ever-busy atmosphere of the city I had grown accustomed to.
After shutting the door I turned to face the house that would be sheltering
me for the next two days. It was a nice two story home, similar to the
others on the block but slightly smaller with a larger back yard. The
exterior was painted slightly off-white with a roof of bluish-gray,
terminating in a triangular tip towards the front-center of the
building. 'Typical suburbia,' I thought, with a barely-visible smirk.

Behind me I heard the two other doors of the vehicle close as my best
friend, Brian and his uncle Justin exited. Aged 17, Brian was a few years
older, taller and heavier than me. He had short black hair almost always
hidden behind a white or black bandanna, pulled over his head and tied
together at the back. If given a leather jacket and ripped jeans he would
resemble a biker, or some other shady character that, to any person walking
along a deserted city street at night, would look like trouble. Instead,
however, his wardrobe consisted almost exclusively of baggy faded jeans,
band tee shirts and the chain-wallet he so loved. His look embodied
defiance and rebellion; a look no mother would ever want to see on their
child. He was tall with broad shoulders and an "I don't give a fuck,"
posture, holding himself as if the only function he served was being cool.

One would be hard pressed to find someone as completely opposite to Brian
as me. At the age of 15, I stood 5 feet and 6 inches tall. I was skin and
bone at roughly 119 lbs, and I had long blond hair that swooped across the
front of my forehead in the front and came down to the top of my neck in
the back. My composure was one of an introvert, constantly looking at the
floor and avoiding contact with those I didn't know. Despite being quite
competent in social situations I preferred to keep to myself, keeping out
of trouble and away from the noticing gaze of others.

As we walked across the street towards the home, a young voice could be
heard, almost squeaking with excitement. "CHRIS!" it shouted, bringing a
genuine smile to my face. The source of the noise was the real reason I had
come here: Mark. Mark was the younger of Brian's two male cousins, with the
other, Justin, being 11. He was a stunning boy with short brown hair and an
infectious smile that could light up a room. Like me he was on the skinnier
side, weighing 58 lbs and an average height for his age. His eyes were a
deep and alluring brown, but slightly more colorful than other brown eyes I
had seen in the past. His skin was slightly darker than Caucasian and
tanned , showing his mixed Latino and white heritage.

In the past few months Mark and I had developed an unusual friendship. It
began half a year ago when Mark and Justin came to visit Brian at my house.
At the time Brian was not able to live with his family due to issues with
his family members that eventually turned legal. My generous parents agreed
to let him stay with us with initial unease. As I mentioned before, Brian
wore a look that embodied rebellion so their unease was understandable.
After several months of living with us, though, my parents began to see
what I saw in Brian, a genuine longing for a normal, peaceful life.

A few weeks into his stay with us, Brian was visited by his two younger
cousins and Mark and I were introduced. Like me, Mark had a brother that
was two and a half years his senior. Like me, he didn't along with his
brother. Finally, like me, Mark seemed different from other boys. It was a
perception I couldn't consciously justify, but it was something about him
that seemed all too familiar to me. It was as if he felt different and, on
occasion, let it show. Most of the time it was un-observable, laying
dormant when he was preoccupied with the fun adventures a 9 year old boy
enjoys. Other times, however, there seemed to be a chasm, as if he
maintained a lonely distance from everyone else, secluded and alone. Well,
not all of him. He could still smile, laugh and have fun, but it seemed
diminished, as if a part of him were beyond the chasm. Or maybe I was
projecting.

The breath was nearly knocked out of me as I was tackled in a welcoming
hug. I hugged back, delighted by the show of emotion. Behind Mark, Justin
stood in the window waving with excitement. After breaking the hug I walked
into their home and looked around. The interior was decorated in a modern
style with lots of contrast between the furniture and the walls. The
television sat in the middle of a book case, surrounded by books of various
interests ranging from children stories to martial arts technique guides.

"Hello, you must be Chris," a female voice to my right said.

I turned to face her, replying "Yes ma'am, it's nice to meet you."

She smiled and shook my hand. "I'm Victoria. It's nice to meet you too,"
she replied warmly, adding "Justin and I will be leaving shortly."

Due to family issues, Mark and Justin's parents had to fly to Florida for
the weekend. Because it was so last minute they were unable to get a proper
babysitter, so they called Brian to come and babysit them for the weekend.
As it turns out, they begged their parents to let me join him in what they
viewed to be the weekend-long sleepover party. Despite never having met me
before, their parents decided to allow it. Brian helped, of course, telling
them about how responsible I am and how I would be well behaved and help
with watching the kids. I was glad for the opportunity to see them again.

"Should I show you around quickly?" she asked.

"That would be lovely," I replied, adjusting the backpack on my back for a
bit more comfort.

I followed her around as she showed me the small suburban home. On the
first floor there was an eat-in kitchen to the right of the entrance and
the living room to the left. In the living room was a sliding glass door
that lead to the back yard, which was well maintained and contained a small
pool. Heading up the spiral staircase found us on the second, smaller
floor. This floor contained only two bedrooms and a bathroom, the master
bedroom belonging to the parents and an only slightly smaller bedroom
belonging to the boys. In the smaller bedroom was a set of bunk-beds pushed
against the far wall, with a small television on the other side of the room
hooked up to an original Xbox system.

"Brian will be staying in the master bedroom," she explained, heading back
down the stairs. "The couch in the living room is a pull out couch, so you
can sleep there." When we arrived in the living room I placed my bag next
to the couch and turned to see Brian coming in from helping Justin Senior
filling the SUV with the luggage they were bringing on the flight.

As Justin and Victoria prepared to leave I thanked them for letting me
stay, and assured them that everything would be OK during their absence.
After a small laugh, Brian decided to chime in.

"Quit being a kiss-ass, dude," he said.

After shooting him a disappointed and disapproving look, Justin and
Victoria smiled to me, said their good byes and left.