6

The following few weeks were working in Jack's favour, sort of, the girls were seemingly trusting more and more as time went by, telling him all sorts of things which he had no interest in what so ever, discussing things which could possibly make his ears bleed from a male's point of view, they hardly ever talked about their father which was understandable, who wants to revisit memories of torture if you can just pretend that they do not exist, creating a place where there is no suffering what so ever, obviously inside your head, but this would not work for Jack, how can you square off with your rival if you do not know his strength or weakness, preferably the weakness , so you can find dirty way to exploit them, he has to come up with something else otherwise all this pretending would be all for nothing.

'Hey, you with the face.'

'Have you no respect Julia, I have a name and you know it.'

'No one cares, why do you boys…'

'Let me stop you right there, do I look like I have a long grey beard and a legion of angels by my side, I cannot take these questions and discussions anymore!, except for you Susan, you can be my angel any day of the week.'

'Huh'

'Wait, what just happened there?'

Susan's face turned tomato red, 'WHY ARE YOU ASKING US!'

'I do not know and why are you shouting?'

'I DO NOT KNOW!'

'What game are you playing at here Jack Petersen if that is even your name.'

'Yes, yes it is, because I just told you that like a few moments ago.'

'You are after my sister right, uncle Phil was right about you, there is a screw lose somewhere in your head.'

'Who is this Phil or Bill, who is filling law abiding citizens heads with psychological nonsense about me, is he a brain doctor or something, he better hope that I do not catch him outside somewhere.'

'And what will you do to him infect him with your sickness, maybe cough him to death?'

'What makes you think that I am sick?'

'Well, just look at your very pale skin, dark circles around your eyes, you look like someone who has been starving for years.'

'I am sorry Jack but I have to agree with her on this one you look like someone who is suffering from a terminal illness.'

'First of all, have you guys never heard of a jaw line effect, secondly, what are you trying to say, that my mother is not taking proper care of me!', 'that is right Jack if you Keep playing this card, something might happened in your favour.', 'I have never been insulted like this before in my life and questioning my mother's, motherhood beyond any words that I can describe.'

'That is not what I mean.'

'I think it is.'

'Julia!'

'I see what is going on here so this is why you invited me, for an onslaught of insulting remarks and that too aimed at my mother and I considered you my friends!.'

'I do not know who told you that lie, I think that whatever you may have is starting to affected your brain.'

'Julia, could you please just keep quiet.'

'Is that so, well I am leaving now, while I still have my self-respect!'

'No, please do not leave.'

'Yes, leave us and be gone you filthy manipulative scheming thieving degenerate.'

'What does that even mean?'

'I do not know, just be gone!'

He picked up his stuff, dusted himself off, and started to walk, but then he felt something grab his pants near to his ankles, he turned his head to inspect what it could be, if it was a cockroach or any other insect, he will die of shock right on the spot, but it was not it was Susan, clinging to his pants like a little girl to her father's pants begging him not leave.

'Please do not go, I beg of you sir.'

'There it is again that tone, that massive amount of sadness that breaks through it, her eyes, they are filled with pain and suffering, why am I not enjoying this anymore and my chest it is feeling warm and weird, I do not like this anymore, maybe I should just leave and maybe it will also go away.'

He bent down and physically removed her hand then dashed away but the feeling in his chest went from warm and weird to a kind of piercing and cutting pain, it was as if someone was squeezing his heart on the inside.

When he entered the class room, his feet felt very heavy and his heart even worse, he walked past Elizabeth's desk, she got up and wanted to ask him what was wrong but restrained herself from doing so, as his face screamed leave me alone, he sat down at his desk, folded his arms and placed his head on top of them, tears were flowing down the side of his face, 'What is happening to me, I am unable to understand, am I dying, what have they done to me, it is as if I am unable to control my own body, why are these tears leaking from my face, am I not suppose to control them , am I not the Master here?, have I become sick, maybe it is the disease they were talking about, or they done something to me, a spell or something of sort, that must be it , as far as I can tell, since I have been in contact with them, all of these things, these inhumane feelings has been, overwhelming me, this feeling of empathy, I bet Sir C.J must have the solution to this epidemic I am currently going through, after all he is a man or partly sane man, of course I would have to endure an onslaught of insult but he might have the answer, I would just have to suck it up and bare with it.'

Then suddenly his thoughts were interrupt by the crackling of the chair behind him, he knew who it was but he is just going to ignore her.

'Jack', A soft voice called from, a voice that made everything inside him cringe, and voice that made his heart feel worse.

'I know you that I do not know much about you or your mother but honestly we never meant to insult you in anyway, we thought that you are doing your crazy over the top dramatic scenes but it turns out you were not, honestly speaking these few weeks since you were with us, were the most happiest and worry free days I had head in years, the fear and pain you make it disappear every time we see your face because we know, every day we come to school, there is someone who would do anything to make our pain go away, so thank you and if you ever find it in your heart to forgive us, you know where to find us.'

'Why are they doing this to me, what have I done to deserve this kind of torture, all I wanted to do was to help them, but now, they are killing my soul, why is all of this happening to me and what is happening to me.'

The rest of the school day went by in an rather awkward way, he never turned around once, he just pretend that she did not exist, which it seemed logical to him at the time, he also got a letter from the girl who sits in front of him, at first he thought that it was a love letter but the he realised ( this girl is not an import part of the story, that is why the writer is not bothering to give her much importance what so ever), he opened it and it was from Elizabeth saying

'Hello, this letter is from Elizabeth , you know me, I sit across you, so I am writing this letter to tell you that I am unable to go home with you today, because my father needs help, so yes bye.'

'Why is she saying good bye, when the bell has not even rang yet, well I am not surprise with this development, so far my day has been nothing more then, disappointment after disappointment, oh there goes the bell, and there she goes, she did not even turn around,man, I am a sad case after all, no really why am I acting like this?, wait I should not leave now, I will wait for her to leave first that will make more sense. Man, what has my life come to, it feels like I am trapped in some overly dramatic play, with too many love triangles and no women, I just hope that he has the answer to what is going on with me.

Jack left the class room, and journeyed to his chill zone, in the hope that someone could make sense of what is happening to him.

'Hello there Sir, how do you do today, and why such a long face?'

'Well, I do not know how to explain it to you, everything just feels all wrong and confusing, I think that I might have some undocumented heart disease.'

'I think, I know what might be wrong with you, you see there comes a time in many young boys life like yourself over here, where hair start to grow in mysterious places, where you never thought possible, and something happens to your body when you see girls.'

'No, No, please stop, if I wanted a life orientation lesson, I would have stayed in class, it is just everything is feeling so confusing, and I just do not know what to do, you know what, just forget everything I said.'

'Aaha, I see it now, you are going through what Mr Phil calls adolescence.'

'That name again.'

'No, listen before you go hating the man, he describes it as when a young person feels lost, he feels empty, confused, unable to understand the hormonal changes his body is going through, the things he found to be fun and pleasant, now seem boring and irrelevant, he starts to feel and experience emotions which he has never felt before, his view of certain things change too, hell, his entire perspective of the world changes.'

'So what is the solution to this?'

'Solution, there is no solution.'

'What!, am I going to stay like this forever?'

'No, this is where the difficult part is, you see when it comes to adolescence, it is a journey that every man and women has to walk alone, basically it is a journey of self-discovery, these following teenage years and the most critical years of your life, because all the choices you are about to make during this time period, will determine what kind of adult you are going to be.'

'So, I am an adult now?'

C.J giggled a little before he answered, 'No, that is not what I am saying , and do not be in a rush to become one, because there is a lot of uncertainty out there, but to answer your question about adult wood, the truth is, when you realise that no one knows more about what you should do, more then you, that is when you become an adult, but that is also the scary part because what do you know, this is also why most grown ups chose slavery to the great spirit of the mother and father, because who knows better than your parents, I mean they do have more years on you and those years equal experience and experience equals wisdom but the fact remain they cannot make the major decisions of your life, which could determine the rest of it, that is something you have to decide by yourself.'

'I think whatever you just said was properly very knowledgeable but, I still do not understand.'

'In due time Jackie boy, in due time, trust me.'

'So, that means that I will know by tomorrow morning?'

'Huh'

'You know, early in the morning the grass is covered in dew.'

'Okay, I see, very amusing, I suppose.'

'Do you see what I did there?'

'Yes, I think that it is quite obvious, by the way, where is Elizabeth today?'

'Oh do not talk to me about that traitor, apparently she had to leave due to, see there it is again, due to unforeseen circumstances.'

'My, I hope it is nothing serious, like someone dying or no water at home.'

'Huh, Would not surprise me, have you seen her lately?'

'I think that was just rude.'

'Oh, Hello!, welcome to acid lessons over whatever you call that thing , does not matter as long as you know what I am talking about.'

'No, I do not know, uhm, how did it go with the Gibson girls?'

The sad and confusing feeling started to arise again and flash images of Susan's face started to appear, 'Do not mention their names in front of me, it is because of them that I am experiencing these emotional addition lessons thing if I wanted to know more maths, I would take extra classes, I am telling you they have cast some kind of spell on me, especially that Susan, she acts so innocent so but she is ruthless and cunning and sweet, with an amazing smile.'

'And what has this Susan done to you?'

'I am unable to explain it to you but I will try, she is making me say all these weird things to her, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, whenever I see her at the school, I cannot help but stare at her for a while and whenever she looks straight into my eyes it feels like my heart literally stops for a split second and I just want to do things that make her happy, do you see what I mean?'

'Yes, I see.'

'What do you suppose I should do?'

'Well from my understanding of the story, first thing she need to do is get a restraining order, secondly is seems to me that you have a serve case of.' He walked over to Jack, put his hand on his head and looked his dead in the eyes, 'Herpes combined with a strong infection of Syphilis.'

'What?'

C.J stared at him for a while his face slowly turning red, then he broke out into a loud hysterical laughter

'Sis, you spat in my face, control yourself sir.'

'I am sorry, Jackie boy, I just could not hold it in any longer.'

'Am I missing something?'

'No, nothing at all, do you remember anything I just said.'

'Yes, you said, "You are suffering from a serve case of Herpes with a strong infection of Syphilis."

' It is Amazing how people remember all the wrong things word for word, but you must promise me that you will not mention this in front of your mother or any adult, I do not want to be labelled as the local loony pedophile.'

'You sure got the loony bit down.'

'Do not give me lip, do you promise?'

'Yes, sure.'

'Now them back to your problem, which is not actually a problem to me, you see what is simply happening to you, is that you are falling in love with this girl or you are simply infatuation, do not ask me the difference, because I really do not know.'

'In love or infected me never?'

'Which is a really big shock for me, because I always thought it would be Elizabeth but I guess I was wrong, Aaah, yes how I love, love triangles, I always wanted a little incest in them just to make it a little twisted, could you imagine, what a story?'

'Really, what do you two read?'

'No, no, do not try and change the subject, so who is it going to be, is it going to be carefree, slightly dirty and responsible Elizabeth Or is it going to be Susan with the Daddy issues, which will later, affect her live so dramatically that it drives her to become a psychopathic serial killer, toping all the bill board charts, later turning out to be a man, stay tune to find out next time on the miserable life of Jack Peterson.'

'Say, these books or whatever you two read, are they from an insane asylum?'

'That is very insulting, those people are geniuses living in isolated homes for their own safety, they have beautiful minds, they write Masterpieces only for those who are courageous enough to explore the dark, twisted, inhumane part of the human mind but also not being overcome by it by seeing past the darkness and into the light, finding the beauty in the darkness as well the light.'

'So why did you do a twirl?'

'Dramatic exit, I am going home now.'

'Wait, you cannot leave now.'

'Why, I can do whatever I want to do, I have a lot of money.'

'That was not necessary, but I need to know what to do about the Susan and Julia situation.'

'Right that, I do not know really, maybe go ask Phil but I will tell you this, either you take all the blame on yourself and apologise or just go to school and pretend that nothing ever happened, I say sir that sounds like good advice to give at a wedding speech, I must write it down when I get home, bye now, or else I will forget.'

He turned round and ran down the hill, with his hands raised up in the air, screaming Yahoo!

'What a mad man, I guess I should also be going now, but not in that manner.'

At home

'Would you look who is back home early today, what an unpleasant surprise.'

'Surprise!, it is I the your one and only son'

'Which one are you again?'

'Nice mother.'

Jack's mother was busy again, cooking, cleaning around the house, the yard too sometimes, making dinner, or doing some sort of work, she was clearly very tired but she keeps pushing herself day in and out, while there are others in the house who just sit and do nothing, consistently complaining about unemployment, this annoyed him, how can a grown man, a person who he once viewed as a hero now turned into a complaining idiot.

'I will go set my stuff down quickly, then I will come help wherever I can.'

Honestly he was just boiling with in and had to take a quick breather before he was going to say things that he might not be able to take back later.

'I have returned my Master, how may I be of service?'

'Where did you learn that from, an imaginary friend?' his father chuckled a little

'Jack could you get the plates out and wipe them clean.'

'You know mother I have a friend, who believes that we should that try and lift the burden from our female companions and treat them like the valuable queens they are, lighten the burden for them as much as we can.'

'Where does your friend live, fairy tale land, or maybe he is one of those faggots.', his father answered from behind the newspaper.

Jack stood still for a while, squeezing the plate in his hand, until one of his nails chipped, if he did not have the little respect he had for his father, he would have chucked the plate straight into his face, maybe even pick up those broken pieces and start cutting his face open, pop his eyes if necessary but he managed to control himself and answered back.

'At least he knows how to take care of his family.'

His father closed the paper in an aggressive manner, shot up from his seat, and started crushing the paper in one and blew out some steam, figuratively speaking of course, 'I am going to go read in the room, hopefully, I can get some peace and quiet.'

His father left the room, taking unnecessary loud steps, like a little boy who just lost a kids games.

Jack turned to look, where is mother was, because it was awfully quite, he turned and saw his mother staring at him, her eyes fixed on his, then she tilted her head a little and smiled.

'You know, you remind me a lot of him, he too use to cross his fingers when he got angry.'

'Who?'

'My dear brother.'

How could he forget,(look, I am sorry but I am really not going to do a back story right now, I am hungry and tired, all you need to know he died young.)

He walked over to his mother and gave her a little hug, 'Mother are you happy here?'

'I am over the moon with happiness.'

'Why?'

'Just take a look around and then at yourself, I have two beautiful children who are in perfect health, expect for one though, he is a little on the off side but I am really grateful for them both and I think there is nothing more, that any mother could ask for.'

'Fine, I accept that, but let us say that you meet a someone, I mean the perfect man, smart, handsome, has lots of money and lives by the principles of a knight, loyalty, kindness, honesty and discipline, or whatever they live by, would you merry him?'

'Jack, is these the kind of questions a boy of your age should be asking his mother?'

'It is just fantasy, there is no judgement here, it is a safe place.'

His mother sighed, put one hand on her hip, and her index finger on her lips, 'Let me see, maybe but on all of it depends on one thing, he has to accept you two first, ensure that you will have a roof over your head, that you have nice and warm close to wear, get a good education, and treat you well, then I might consider marrying him, but all that does not matter , I am perfectly fine right where I am.'

'Mother, honestly your attitude annoys me, why can you not think of yourself for once and enjoy life.'

'I am sorry Jack, but that is what mothers do, our happiness lies in yours.'

'Good luck with that, mother I love you.'

'I do not have money and no, to whatever it is.'

'I want nothing I just said it.'

'I love you too my son', she walked over to him and rubbed the top of his head.

'Am I a dog now?'

'Just keep quiet and finish up, I am hungry myself.'

'I am done!' he threw his hands up in the air and nodded his head in admiration of his work, 'Mother did you get the time on that, it must be a new record, for sure.'

'It is a new record, a new record of no one cares!'

'I think that is mean, I cannot believe that my own mother is a hater.'

'Could I ask you a favour Jack?'

'Anything for my dear mother.'

'Could you lick your lips for me?'

'Sure', he licked his lips all round, making sure that he got a lot of saliva on them, giving them a good shine.'

'Disgusting!'

'What, you said that I should do it.'

'Yes, but I did not recall telling you to bathe them in your spit, anyway could you taste the nonsense that comes out of your mouth?'

'What a wow!, someone had a little tea in their sugar today, all insults, coming from the left, right, middle center, I can hardly think of a proper come back.'

'Alright, stop with your Tom Foolery and call your father and sister.'

'Is he still alive?'

'I do not know, I think he is dead or he probably ran off with the circus.'

'Ha!, classic Tom.'

'Did you know him?'

'Nope, just sounds like something he would do.'

'No comment, just call everyone.'

He walk to the center of the hall way and shout, 'Oi, lady and lad, come and get your grab, before it gets cold, if you do not come now, we will give it you someone in need, mainly me, and remember this is not Oliver Twist, So you will not get some more Sir.'

'My God Sir, where in the world did I pick you up?'

'Mother!, mind your tongue, is that the kind of questions a mother should be asking her son?'

His Father and sister emerged from their rooms, like vampires from their naps.

'Would you look at them, birds of a feather, truly do flock together.'

John, as he would like me to say, because nothing shows more disrespectful and more hurtful then calling your father by his name, and his is feeling more of a man now since Sir C.J said that he would turn into an adult by tomorrow morning all thanks to the miraculous power of adolescence, or as he would say, 'acid lessons or addition lessons', he stared at his father as he was eating dinner, displaying his discontent and disapproval by scooping the rice into his mouth in a violent manner, stabbing the piece of meat with his fork, raising it to his mouth then ripping in off in an completely vulgar and barbaric fashion, facing his father as he chews the food with his open mouth making loud granting noises.

'I am done, I am going to go sleep now, no first I am going to think something of someone funny, vengeful and completely disturbing about someone, I will not point fingers but follow my eyes….'

'You know I am sitting right here.'

'Well, I do not care, then I am going to go sleep.'

He stood up from his chair pushing it back as hard as he can, hoping that it would fall over and make a loud sound, 'Gosh, why did it not fall over, why is my life like this, by the way I am also going to leave my plate here, so it can cause more of a upsetting and dramatic effect.', He push the side the chair but still not luck and headed off to his room, almost tripping over his own feet before he entered, in that moment he heard his father ask his mother .

'Is that really my biological son?'

His mother did not answer so he slammed the door shut, fell on to his bed and drifted into a deep sleep, it is amazing how quickly you fall asleep, when you are sad.

Morning has arrived, the birds are sing their beautiful songs, rejoicing and grateful for another day to be alive unlike Jack who is wondering if he should go to school today or pretend to be sick then put in a transfer for some boarding school, then continue to be sick until it is approved but that would happen only if he had a different mother.

'Maybe I should just do what Sir C.J said , take all the blame apologise for everything that took place yesterday or just pretend that nothing happened.'

He plunged his face into the pillow, screamed then started rolling around kicking his feet, yes, it is what you think it is, just like in the movies, when the leading girl realises that she is in love with her best friend or some jock, hate those guys, why is it always the nice guys that come last, anyway let us get back to the story, after he got in touch with is feminine side, he realised that the first option was way too complicated and emotional, and might have an effect on his newly found adult adolescent ego and by the way what would be so difficult about pretending that nothing happened, he is already a self-proclaimed brilliant actor, pretending that nothing ever had happened is a piece of cake for someone of his caliber and expertise, in any case, he was not doing this for himself but for those poor innocent girls living in that torture house, undergoing unthinkable things, if he could get them out of there he would be a hero of some sort and people would know his name all over the world a self-made hero, newspaper head liner, front page photo, spot light for days, no for weeks, no, years, no, for all time, how can he let such an opportunity pass him by, so he mustered himself up put on his school clothes and ran out of the house, practicing the perfect smile for his front cover photo, the entire way to school.

When he arrived at school his face was, tight and sore because of obvious reasons, he waited at the gate for a while hoping to encounter Elizabeth before he enter, to discuss their plan of action, like they always do but she was a no show, he headed to class, hoping that she would be there but she was not there either, how was he going to deal with Gibson girls if there is no one to calm him down and tell him how great of an actor he is and how no one could ever match up to his brilliance(she never said that, nor is she going to say that for this entire story), he hurried over to his desk, sat down and buried his head in his arms, until he heard a girls voice call him, 'Ello, Ello,Ello.',He could almost burst with excitement, she finally came, there is only one person who greeted him like that, he raised his head and shouted, 'Barbra!'

'No, it is me Susan.', looking as pretty as ever but for some reason she was wearing a long sleeved jersey, which was odd because the sun was beaming that day, as if it was giving them a taste of what to expect in the afterlife.

'Who is Barabrah?'

'I do not know either.', and sank his head in disappointment

'I wanted to apologise for yesterday and what Julia said to you?'

'What happened yesterday?'

'You know..'

'Look, I just want to forget about yesterday and pretend that nothing had happened and just go back to the way things were.'

'Does it mean you forgive us.'

'What was there to forgive in the first place?'

He grabbed both of her hands and both put them together, ' I am so happy and grateful.' she titled her slightly to the side and smiled, just like his mother did.

But this moment of happiness was completely consumed by anger, when he looked at her hands, he could see bruises above her wrist, he looked at her and there was another by her collor bone, she realised that he saw, let go of his hands and pulled her jersey together.

'Silly me, always falling all over the place, I am so clumsy.'

'I am sure you fall an awful lot when you are at home.'

'Not always, just on certain days, when someone is upset but forget that, will you be joying us Mr Petersen?'

'Sure why not, I still need to get quite a few come backs in, I refuse to lose to someone like Julia, can you imagine what people with think of me and my reputation will be tarnished.'

'I do not remember you having any kind of reputation?'

'You could have just gone with it that is what Elizabeth would have done.'

'Who.. never mind, see you at recess, we better keep quiet, here comes Mrs Taylor, I really do not want to be her victim today.'

RECESS

'Oh, would you look who it is, Mr dramatic himself Jack Paleson.'

'Come on now Julia, be nice to the guy, he just came back, let's not repeat what happened yesterday.'

'Well, it all would not have happened, if Mr Casanova over here had some control, instead of trying to manipulate you into doing unsavory acts with you, Lord knows what is going on in his filthy manipulative scheming degenerate mind.'

'What does that even mean?', Susan asked.

'I do not know, it is just something people say.'

'Oh, on that note, I am sensing that someone might be jealous of Susan, maybe you might want to indulge in some unsavory acts with me?'

'Mr Peterson!', Susan shouted

'What is going on?', he asked as if he said nothing wrong.

'See sister, I told you that there was something wrong with him, stranger danger!, stranger danger!'

'Hey, what are you doing!', he shouted.

He lunged forward in an attempt to cover her mouth with his hands but like everything in his life, it was an epic, completely disastrous failure, during his attempt, his feet caught one of the tree's roots, propelling his body forward or should I say his face at a quite velocity in to her chest area, knocking them both over. They both laid still for a while, then Julia realised that it was about a good time to cry now.

'Mr Jack Peterson!, get off her!', Susan kicked him off her

Jack landed on the ground, his face even paler then it was before, and his mind unable to process what just happened, which could only lead to one logical response, he started to question the harsh reality of life.

'What is life, what is death, what is an I-phone, how do I convert files to android?'

Okay, I am joking about the last two, because this thing is set like in the olden time, when people use to talk face to face.

'See sister, I told you that there was something wrong inside his head and you wanted to invite him to our house, our sacred place of gathering, our meal eating zone, our place of judgement and vulnerability, our safe place of farting.'

The moment here heard about the invitation, he came back to reality and sat up straight, 'You wanted to invite me over to your house?'

'Yes, as a kind of apology and my mother wanted to meet you meet you properly, since the time she met you in church.'

'You can forget about it now, after what you just did, no way that is happening.', Julia snapped.

'What did I do?'

'Are you really going to deny it?'

'Deny what?'

'You little sick rubbish rat, you plunged your face straight into my breast!'

'No, no, calm down, I think you are sorely mistaken, I plunged my face into nothing, mostly bone I suppose, I almost broke my nose in the process, you should be apologising to me.'

At that moment, Julia had no response all she did was have a hissy fit, kicking and screaming and the same time, as for Susan she just broke out into a soft, gentle laughter, which just made Jack smile.

'I am sorry, but I can honestly watch you two for the whole day, when do you get time to practice all these things?'

They both just ignored her and turned their backs towards each other.

'So, what were you saying about me coming to your house for lunch?'

'Yes, my mother wants to you invite you for lunch, apparently she really wants to meet the person that gives Julia such a headache and also to ensure that you are not just inside her head as uncle said.'

'Of course I would like to come to your house, this is a great opportunity to solidify our friendship and just know straight up, I am never going to invite you to my house because of various reasons which I am unable to disclose to you now, due to unforeseen circumstances.'

'Well, that is fine, how does next week Saturday sound to you?'

'Uhm, I am going to have to check my schedule, but I am sure I can squeeze you in for an hour or two, would I have to bring something with?'

'We are surely not considering bringing this person to our house?', Julia asked her sister.

'My hands are tied sister, this is what mother wanted.'

'Yes, Julia this is what a well mannered and extremely educated, liberal thinker, inspirational to all young women around the world, Mrs Gibson would have wanted, I highly doubt that you will be able to even live up to one of those standards.', he said wear a condescending smirk on his face.

'I promise you this day Mr Crap face Jack Peterson, that I Julia Gibson will shut you up some day.'

'Sorry to burst your little underrated bubble but that will never happen, if you look on the calendar you will see that there is a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, but no someday, it seems that even faith despises you, but let us look on the bright side, at least you got my name right.'

'We will see.'

'Maybe in the next life or never.'

'My Lord, my God, what am I going to do with you, I just hope you two will be able to get along before next week Saturday.'

'Never!' they both shouted.

'I guess that we should call it a day, let us head back Jack, I have a feeling that the bell is going to ring anytime soon.'

'What about me?'

'What about you!, no one cares, she has already chosen me, stop being selfish.'

Oddly, Julia did not react at all, all she did was smile, which blew Jack's brains out, 'Let us go Susan, I think your sister has finally lost it.'

'Or maybe she is just glad for the distraction and a reason to vent her anger.'

When the bell rang marking the end of another school day and for some teacher another day wasted teaching snot nose brats the value of education if there aspiration is nothing but staying on a farm and getting married, hopefully, then dying, as for your unusual student, I think you know who I am talking about, he was the first one to run out of the class, as fast as a dumpster rat addicted to cocaine, he ran town, mumbling strange words to himself, once again giving people another reason to question his mental stability and the parenting of his parents.

When he arrived at home, he ran straight in, screaming his mother's name

'Mother!, Mother!,'

He saw his mother a few steps away from him, busy once again washing dishes, while others are reading a newspaper with their feet up, once again he lost whatever little respect his son had for him, as for his mother she dropped everything and ran over to him, patting him down and checking for any injuries.

'Are you alright, is something wrong, did you have an accident in your pants again, is it a number one or number two?' Her face was a straight and as serious as ever.

'No, why would you even ask me that, I am here to tell you that I have been invited to a lunch, dinner, playdate, well, I am not sure but I am going to go to someone's house, I mean my friends' house, I am so happy.'

'Good heavens that is great news my son, by who?'

'The Gibson girls.'

'That is just great, we will have you to make sure that you are the best dressed at that lunch/dinner/playdate, you children with your new things.' His mother left the room humming, clearly excited that her odd son had friends.

'So, you were invited to someone's house?' A voice spoke from behind the newspaper.

'Yes, by Susan and Julia.'

'Are they both Girls?'

'Yes'

'I do not approve of polygamy.', his father said.

'I will make a mental note of that once I find out what it means, I am leaving, I have more people to meet.'

'Just make sure you come back before sunset, or else your mother will start running around like a headless chicken.'

'Always.'

He bolted away once again, running like an old man with early onset of arteritis.

'I have arrived!'

'My dear Jackie boy!, what has happened to you, you look like a dog that does not run around a lot?'

'Jack is everything alright, did something happen, did you have an accident in your pants again, is it a number one or two?'

'No!, what is wrong with you people?'

He looked up, ready to give whom ever asked him, the death look. I really do not know what it is suppose to do, maybe make the person feel bad, or wish for better health care, as he was about to complete the look, he froze, his excessive panting stopped, his brain went blank, for the person who asked him was none other, then his dear friend Elizabeth, who was dressed differently, she wore a bright dress, her hair was lose, with a perfectly straight cut fringe hovering above her eyes, she looked more girl like and clean as ever, finally his brain was able to register who she was and a sudden excitement and joy overwhelmed him, resulting in him running over to her and giving her a big hug, which left Elizabeth in shock and Sir C.J clutching his chest as if he is having a heart attack, After a few moments of happiness and complete shock, he finally fell back to earth and realised what he was doing was out of character and he could be facing possible charges of harassment, so he did what any dishonest and cowardly boy of his age would do, he blamed it on the innocent party, he pushed her away and questioned her.

'What are you doing?'

'What am I doing, you are the one with the attachment issues here, hugging me with your stinky sweet carrot or onion smelling body.'

'Sneeze!, Cough!, Fart!, that was interesting, look here Jackie boy, there is nothing more sadder then a one-sided love story, and I know you are at the age where you get excited when you see anything in a skirt but you must realise that not every girl will like you, probably just a blind and deaf one, but in your case it will be a dead one.'

'If he is lucky, the point is that you have a serious problem and I thing you need to go see Uncle Phil about them.'

'I could not agree with you more Elizabeth, you better sort out this thing out, I think that they arrest people for doing such things, it is a serious crime and you could be punished with a life sentence or even death.'

'Are you two done, I have something to ask?'

'Another hug maybe?'

'Good one, Elizabeth, I wish I had chase my dream as a ballerina, I could have been dancing gracefully in Russia now.', Sir C.J said jumping in the air and clicking his heels together.

'Uhm, I do not know where that comes in but I really have to ask you something?'

'What is it, another hug maybe?' Sir C.J leaned towards Elizabeth hoping for a high-five but she just looked at him almost lifeless and shook her head slowly.

'Fine, we will just pretend that did not just happened.' He cleared his throated and shifted his tie around, 'So Mr Petersen, what do you desire to ask?'

'Right, what I wanted to ask you if you could teach me how to be a gentleman.'

'Gentlemen?' Sir C.J looked over at Elizabeth, she just shrugged.

'I refuse.'

'You refuse, why?'

'Because I cannot teach you be a gentlemen, it comes from within just by following these three rule, honesty, respect and always treat people like they matter because everything you do does matter.'

'That is it!, you telling me that I ran all my afternoon lunch away for this(he never had).'

'You know Jack, what he just said are very wise words to live by.'

'Thank you Elizabeth, it feels nice to be appreciated, unlike some.'

'I am sorry, it was just that I was expecting more, thank you sir but I think I am going to go home now, will I see you at school tomorrow?'

'Do not be silly I am too old for school, oh sorry you were not talking to me.'

'Yes, maybe, if my aunt let's me.'

'Fine, see you then, if God wills.' He left with head hanging in disappointment, despair, depression, consumed by sadness, kicking a poor rock all the way home.