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The next morning Jack woke up with no desire to go to school, knowing that his stupid temper had caused all if his efforts to be flushed down the toilet, there was no reason for him to go to school or to live. Unfortunately, his mother does not allow anyone to stay away from school not even the neighbors children is spared from her wrath. Having no choice but to go to school, He took his time putting on his clothes, until his mother appeared in the door way.

'I have a feeling that someone does not want to go to school?'

Sensing a possible onslaught coming, he quickly raised his hands to surrender.

'No, no, mother, I cannot wait to go to school and receive a quality education and meeting my friends.'

Forgetting that he has no friends.

'Fine, then hurry up or else you will be late.'

'Okay, mother.'

She turned around and left, knowing very well that his mother is timing him in her head like she would her cakes, he quickly put on his shoes and rushed out of his room to go eat his breakfast. After what was possibly the most bland porridge he has ever had in his life, He got his school bag and began the treacherous journey to school.

Depressed and upset with himself , also trying to avoid the upcoming drama with Julia and her sister, he decided to go to the place, which will undeniably make him feel better, he stopped dead in his tracks, turned around and went around his house, and followed the same path that lead him home yesterday. Walking up path, and in no rush Jack finally had the time to admire the beauty around him and with the sun shining he could see everything clearly, the sun's rays piercing through the giant oak wood trees, a squirrel eating his nut on a branch in the distance and all the different kinds of birds living in trees which he had never noticed before, secretly hoping that he was one to, so he just fly away from all his problems.

'Hey, Jackie boy!, you came back.'

Jack looked to his right, to see the man from yesterday sitting on a rock eating an apple, looking more classier, then ever.

'Yes, I have returned, what a joyous occasion, life is just great!' replied Jack with a dry and dull voice.

'Why so upset, did someone not pour sugar over your porridge this morning?', giggling after, what seemed to him as an amusing question.

'Nothing much, it is just that, nothing is going the way, I want it to go.'

The man sighed, then turn his attention towards Jack.

'Whatever does, just take a look at the nature around and the view in front of you and tell me what is it that you are feeling and thinking in this very moment?'

Jack looked around, stare out at the view and even tilted his head to the side, in an effort to find an answer to this strange question.

'I feel nothing nor am I thinking of anything.'

'I thought so, you see Jack, nature is in the present and in the present there is no suffering or despair, it is only when we think of the past or the future, that drown our own souls in despair and suffering.'

'Wow, what an amazing speech, are you a writer or something?'

The man looked around as if Jack was referring to someone else.

'Who, I, no ways, well I better get going, I have people to see and business to do and if I am not mistaken, it is time for you to get to school, if you want to make it on time, I would suggest that to take the path down on my left, that runs past the farm if you want to make it on time.

'Wait, what is your name!' shouted Jack at the top of his lungs, hoping for the man to hear him before he was gone but he did not respond.

'Guess, he did not hear me, I better get to school, I really hope that I make it on time, because if mother gets wind that I arrived at school late, she will beat me to death, then bring me back to life again, so she can beat me to death again.'

He got into a runner crunch, counted himself down, then sprinted down the hill.

Once again it was a race against time for Jack, he took the path that the man had suggested but this time the path was not as pleasant as the one he had taken this morning, this path was a lot more rocky and dense but he continued to persevere through, knowing that if he does not, he will not be able to sit for a week.

As he was closing in on the what was undoubtedly the Gibson house, he saw a man and a women on the front porch of the house and they seemed to be having a heated argument, then he saw something that angered him deeply even more then animal abuse, he saw the man slap the women, then pushed her over the porch railing, he started to speed up his pace, thinking that he could help the poor women, but when he came in close proximity to the house and seeing Gibson's hard, boney face, he was overwhelmed with fear which caused him to just keep running, apologising to the women in his head for his cowardly act.

He arrived at school on time and made his way straight to class. He entered the class feeling sad and disappoint in himself once again, the incident playing over and over in his head, a constant reminder of his cowardly act.

He sat down in his desk and stared out of the window hoping that the view would provide him with a bit of relief from his guilt.

Lost I his own world at this point, he was unable to hear Elizabeth calling him, until she snapped him out of it when she place her hand on his shoulder.

'Huh, what do you want?' he asked her with a look of irritation evident on his face.

'You have some dirt on your cheek.' Jack started rubbing his cheeks vigorously so much so, that they started to go red.

'No, stop, what are you trying to do, rub your face off or something, here let me help.'

She dabbed her thumb on her tongue, then wiped the smug of his cheek, in that instant, Jack was overwhelmed by disgust and horror, never in his twelve years on earth, not even his own mother has the audacity to put her saliva on his face but this farm girl just did, he wondered what kind of disease or flesh eating bacterial or parasite she just has infected him with. He looked at her in a complete state of shock, his eyes wide as source pans, then spoke in a soft tone.

'Is this what death feels like, just tell my mother, I am sorry for stealing peanut butter and money out of her purse and to my father, get your act together man!, my sister, she knows what she did, so just spit in her face, well, Elizabeth my time has come to an end, tell Mrs Taylor to burn my body when I die, so the disease does not spread.', he then placed his head on the desk closed his eyes and started humming the song amazing grace.

'Jack what are you doing?, everyone is staring at you.'

'Let them stare, look everyone!, this is what a dying man looks like, feast your sweet little precious eyes on me!, and she is the one who infected me with the death but I promise you that I will avenge myself, I will haunt your dreams!, until they become nightmares.'

'Disease, what are you saying, I have no disease, I just cleaned the dirt off your face, Jeez!, you are so dramatic.'

He sat up straight, wiped the tears from his eyes.

'So, I am not dying?'

'No, of course not, has no one ever cleaned something of your face before?'

Jack put his hand on his chin, trying to remember if anyone had ever cleaned something of his face.

'No, why would I want anyone do that for me, mommy says that I am a big boy now.'

'Your mommy, I cannot remember when was the last time I had one of those.' '

'What do you mean?'

'Nothing!'

She just smile at him and scratched her head a little.

'Fine then, I think you should head back to your desk, since the dirt is gone and I am not dying anymore, unfortunately, there is no need for your presence here anymore, goodbye!'

She turn around and walked over to her desk but before she sat down, she turned towards him and gave him a thumbs up then sat down.

'Oh no, she thinks that we are friends, I wonder how, I have ended up in this situation now, maybe being friends with her might not be such a bad idea, no, Jack, we need to focus on the mission at hand there is no time for pleasure and happiness, I will complete my mission at any cost there are lives at hand.' He said, clutching his fist in determination.

'Who are you talking to?' asked the girl sitting in front of him.

'Myself and I, and what does it matter to you, you are just an extra here anyway, turn around and continue pretending to do your work.'

The girl was clearly boiling with anger but fortunately took the high road, and continued with her work.

'Jeez, these girls of today, they want to be in everything.' He muttered to himself.

Just then, Mrs Taylor, entered the class in her usual dramatic way. 'Right children!, today we are going to do some set work.'

Set work was not as bad as grammar, because it was mostly reading and there were a very few questions after reading which were not too difficult to answer.

'Seeing, that we have just finished the chapter, I think it is time to answer some question, as you can see, I have already written a few questions on the board and all we need to do is answer them, Mr Peterson!,'

Her voice shot through the class like a lighting bolt demanding to be heard. Jack looked around and saw that the whole class was staring at him the same why they stared at Charles, speaking of Charles, he has not attended school today. Jack stood up bravely like a knight who is about to fight a fire breathing dragon.

'Mr Peters could you kindly tell the class why people were carrying torches in the middle of the night?'

The whole class's attention was on Jack, everyone waiting for an answer to come from his mouth, the tension was building, the sweat was starting to flow down the side of his head, he went in to a panic state of mind, he turn to the side looked out of his window and all the tension had vanished because he had just found the answer, he looked Mrs Taylor in the eyes and spoke his answer into being.

'Because the street was black.'

Mrs Taylor sighed, threw the chalk in the air clapped her hands to gather and went to sit at her desk, as for Jack, he could not be more proud of himself because he really felt like that was the right answer, even though he never cared to listen to the story or even open the book once in a while, he truly felt like that was the correct answer.

The bell rang for recess and Mrs Taylor was still in a depressed state, the class not wanting to stay in the awkward environment, they run of the class room as quickly as possible, some even leaving their lunch boxes behind, as for Jack he was still floating on cloud nine, humming as loud as he can as he left the class room.

When he exited the class room, he saw the Gibson girls walking a head of him followed them to a point where he could watch them from a distance and remain out of sight, while he figures out a way to fix what he did the day before.

'Hi, Jack, why are you hiding here, staring at those girls in a sinister and creepy way as if you want to hurt them.'

She nudged him with her shoulder, when he turned to face her, she raised both her eye brows twice, then she it seemed like she was trying to wink at him, but every time she tried to close one eye the other closed too, he knew that she was trying to hint something but was failing miserably at it.

'Stop that, what are you trying to do?, you look like a dying cockroach.'

'Hey, that is not very nice, in any case are you looking to fix what you did yesterday?'

She open her lunch box but stopped midway to ask another question.

'Would you like some of my lunch, my father always packs way too much.'

He gave the lunch tin one look and decided that he was not going risk eating out of such a dirty thing or whatever it, maybe called.

'No, thank you madam, I have got my own lunch.'

But when she remove the lid completely, Jack realised that he had made a great mistake, because what lied under that slight dirty lid was a beautifully prepared omelet, a small chocolate cup cake, dusted with caster sugar topped off with a small piece of cherry and severed with a side of grapes and a piece of cheese.

'On second thought, I am feeling a little peckish, how about we sit down here and enjoy this Masterpiece your father has so lovingly provided for us to eat.'

'Oh, okay, you can have my cupcake, I actually do not like chocolate that much.'

He put out his hands in front of him and bowed his head, like someone who has not received food for days, his mouth watering as she placed it on his dry pale hands, he raised it up to his eyes level for better admiration of the magnificent gift he had received from his dear and so special friend Elizabeth. Without any hesitation or respect for the person sitting opposite him, he stuffed the thing in his mouth, the flavours which were exploding in his mouth caused tears to arise in his eyes.

'Jack are you okay, man, the way you stuffed that thing in your mouth, I could swear, it was like someone was going to snatch it out of your hand.'

'First of all I am not crying, I have a rare medical condition, that causes me to sweat through my eyes, secondly you cannot leave such a delicious cupcake exposed in this dangerous environment we live in today, you know how these little snot nose brats are, by the way is your father a baker?'

'No, he is just an ordinary farmer, so have you thought of a way to apologise to them?'

'No, I am still thinking of a way.'

'I do not understand you, why are thinking about it so much, just go over there and apologise for your disgusting behavior.'

Jack stood up in a fit of rage, 'But, I am not sorry for the way I have behaved. That garden nom has no manners, what so ever.'

Elizabeth put her lunch down next to her, crossed her legs and folded her arms and spoke in a slightly deep voice, 'Yes, I understand how you feel, but I think you missing the point, no one said that you cannot pretend to be sorry.'

Surprise by this idea just fell to his knees and bowed before Elizabeth, 'My God Sir!, that is a brilliant idea, make me your disciple please sir.', unable to keep a straight face , both of them burst out in uncontrollable laughter, falling to the ground and wiping the tears from their eyes.

'Oh no!, there goes the bell, it is time for us to go back to class, Jack.', so they both got up and made their way back to class , still giggling about what just happened.

When they got back to class, he saw Susan standing by his desk.

'Oh no, someone is in trouble.'

'Well, thanks for clearing that up captain obvious.'

He walked over to his desk with his hand in the air, as a sign of surrender, hoping that the situation would not turn into a physical fight, because he will ran out of this class room and go tell his mother.

'Excuse me, Mr Jack Peterson, I was wondering if you perhaps had an extra pencil?'

'A pencil!, you came here to ask me for a pencil?'

'Yes, why else would I want to talk to you?'

He felt a wave of great relive flush over him. 'Yes, of course, I have an extra pencil, here you may have it.'

Susan took the pencil in the most humble manner he has ever seen, 'Thank you very much for kindness and generosity.'

'You are welcome.'

Jack was so relieved that this time he turned towards Elizabeth and gave her a thumbs up.

'Oh and one more thing Mr Peterson, do not think I have forgotten what you had done to my sister, we will have our revenge.' The smile immediately disappeared from his face, he felt a shock ripple through his body, he knew that if things have to turn violent, he would not stand a chance, because he is a lover not a fighter.

The school day went on quite normally for most students, Mrs Taylor was her old dramatic self again, and the children were enjoying the class like they always use to, except for one individual, who was dreading every second of it, wondering if he was being set up for an ambush after school, or would it be the last day on earth for him.

The school bell finally rang and the sound and shot a cold shiver down his spine as if someone had dropped an ice block down one's back, completely overwhelmed by fear, he packed his books in his bag slowly, hoping that if he went slow enough, Susan would leave before him, it would give him to come up with a plan to be avoid her and escape.

After what seemed like a while to him, which was only three seconds later, he peeked over his shoulder to see if she was still there, she was, she looked up at him and smiled. Now it is confirmed, she was definitely planning something, her sister properly left has already analysed area and found many vantage points to attack him from.

He sat for a little while, thought of all the great times he has had in his life, all the good times he had spent with his mother in the kitchen and all the games they use to play together, he realised that his mother was truly a great women but unfortunately today or this morning was the last time he will see her, and he did not get a chance to say good bye, he looked over his shoulder once again, to get a good look of his enemy's face one last time, but she was already gone.

'She is gone, probably, went to find a nice place to ambush me from, she is probably getting her weapons ready now…'

'Hey Jack, why do you look so worried, are you constipated?'

'No!, of course not, I think that she is planning to ambush me.'

'Who, Susan!, is that why she was here earlier, she came to challenge you to a fight to the death.'

'Yes.'

'Do not worry Jack, if she wants to get physical, then we will get physical.'

Elizabeth started rolling up her sleeves, preparing herself for what awaits her beyond the class room walls.

'Look I would really like to believe in you Elizabeth but you do not look like much of a fighter to me.'

'I know, that I do not look like much of a fighter but one thing I do know for sure is that I do know how to fight, I fight with my older brothers all the time, sometimes all four of them at once, with my hands and feet tied together, while I was blind folded, only using my mouth to fend them off.'

'I do not think that is possible and what kind of house do you live in?',

'If you do not believe that, then let me not tell you about the time, when I punched a wolf so heart, that his heart flew out his butt.'

'I am sorry but that is where I have to draw the line, honestly speaking, I just think that you have an over active imagination or a screw lose.'

They both started to laugh until it was ended in a brief moment by Mrs Taylor, 'Are you done with your PTA meeting, because I would like to go home now, he put on his bag, waved goodbye to his reflection in the window and slowly made his way out of the class room.

'Make way!, Make way!, dead man walking over here, straight to the hanger for you young fellow.'

'Really Elizabeth, really?'

'Sorry, to soon, come on Jack, nothing is going to happen to you, I am here, I will lay my life down for this country and my fellow man, Sargent!'

Jack watched Elizabeth march a head, ready to fight any danger that might befall him.

'Come on Jack, the area looks clear, let's go, go, go!, keep your head down, the enemy might have snipers, come on!, run faster you pale creep.'

As he was running toward Elizabeth, Jack could stop not himself from smiling, for some odd reason, all the fear he had before he exited the class room had vanish and was replaced by happiness.

'Why are you smiling Jack?'

'I really do not know, why are you giggling, I thought that this was a serious mission?'

'I know, but I cannot help myself but to laugh at the face you make while you run.'

'What is wrong with my face?'

Elizabeth started giggling again and this time it was really starting to annoy him.

'Come on now, tell me!'

Jack stumped his foot on the floor in frustration, demanding an answer.

'Fine, clam down now no need to wet your panties, do not take this the wrong way, but you know when you run, it kind of looks like your constipated, it is as if you are on the toilet and your trying to get something out, you are pressing and forcing with all your might but nothing coming out but air, sounding like a deflating balloon.'

'What is it with you and constipation, it is like you recently discovered the word or something, my…. what an indecent little girl you are, let us get on or else we will stuck here until night fall.'

Once again, Elizabeth took the lead, running a head scanning for imaginary enemies.

'Right, come on now soldier, the enemy seems to have left or waiting for us to let our guard down, but we will not fall for that old trick.'

This time he had no interest in running like a fool, because he was a gentleman and a real gentleman never runs and mainly because Elizabeth might start laughing again when he does.

'Run!' she shouted.

'I will not run, I will walk like a gentleman, that is the way mother has raised me.'

'Jack!, hurry up, why are you walking so slow, do you have sand in between your bum cheeks?'

Jack ignored, what he thought to be nothing but utterly barbaric and vulgar statement or questions, whatever you want to call it.

'Oh, lookie here the Queen have finally arrived, how was your trip through Buckingham Palace, I hope that it was to your satisfaction?'

'Your sub-standard insults will not phase a gentlemen, like myself.'

Elizabeth just rolled her eyes at him and returned to her imaginary war, 'Look!, gentleman Jack, the big gate is about a few clicks or less away, if we run fast enough we can make it through the school gate before the enemy has a chance to attack.'

'What is a clicks and how far is it actually?'

'I do not know Jack, I heard my father use it once, so are we going to leave, or are we going to wait for the knights of the round table to escort us into the sunset.'

'No!, that is completely outrages, one, two, three, let's go!'

They both dashed to the big gate as fast as they could, the outside of the gate looking like a sublime paradise from a far for Jack, as for Elizabeth, she could not help herself from breaking in to laughter imagining Jack's constipated face as he runs.

'Yes, we made it, Susan and Julia has nothing on me!'

Tears filled Jack's eyes, the joy of having a chance to live was too overwhelming to keep inside.

'Jack, why are you crying now again?'

'I am just so happy to be alive, you will not understand the torment that I had to endure, to gain the freedom I have today, it really was a long walk to freedom for us, the unspeakable things I had to do, while I was in that hell whole, will give you nightmares until you die.' He said wiping off his tears and sucking up his snot.

'Jack, it was only a few minutes.'

'Well, those minutes felt like years to me, my mother is properly gone by now and I did not even have a chance to say good bye, and my dear sister, I hope rats have disemboweled her by now.'

By the time he recovered from his delusional state of mind, Elizabeth was already half way down the road.

'Elizabeth!, you cannot just leave, I have not gotten to the best part yet.'

'I will listen to it tomorrow, I hope you find your way home, because God knows, a lot has changed since you have been gone.'

She waved him good bye and continued her journey back home. As for Jack, he could not wait to tell someone about the amazing adventure and wonderful friend he had made today, he knew exactly who he was going to tell, he ran quickly to his new secret place.

'Hey, you already here?'

The man looked at Jack with a faint expression of anger on his face.

'Hey?, hay, is for horses boy!, have you no manners, when addressing someone older then you?'

'I am sorry sir, may I ask your name?'

'Yes!, of course , my name is Sir Cather J. Kipper, emphasis on the 'Sir', my friends call me C.J, but for you it will be Sir C.J.', the man raised his arms in the air as if he was embracing the sun's rays.

'Well, it is nice to meet you Sir C.J, now back to me!, you will not believe what, happened to me today.'

Sir C.J looked at Jack, place his hand by his mouth and whispered, 'That depends, is believable?'

'Of course, and why are we whispering?'

'I do not know, but it is a little fun is it not, okay enough of this, go on, tell me about your incredible day?'

He picked up a handful of pebbles and started throwing them into the abyss.

'Where to begin, oh okay, I made this friend yesterday and her name is Elizabeth, she is really kind, brave, a little dirty and insane but she is my friend.' He said with a big smile on his face.

'May I ask a question, is this Elizabeth friend real or an imaginary one?' Sir C.J turned his attention to Jack for a moment.

'She is real of course, why would she not be, oh I see you are a funny guy.'

'Lighten up, the world is serious enough as it is, sometimes you just have to let lose, otherwise you will become an sour old man, who breaks into children's rooms and steal their teeth from under their pillow, hoping that if you eat it, that you will gain some of their youth in return.'

'You have a disturbing imagination, are you intoxicated?'

Sir C.J turned towards Jack, got up walked over to him in an very aggressive manner as if he was going to punch him in the face, bent over and blew into his face.

'Does my breath smell like alcohol to you?'

'No, it actually smells quite nice.'

Sir C.J backed up immediately, 'You are a strange little pale boy.'

'That is what Elizabeth says too.'

'This Elizabeth, are you sure that she is not inside your head, maybe a figment of your imagination created by your mind to satisfy your lonely and desperate state.'

'You know you are a mean, old man, and guess what, I will bring her here tomorrow, just so you can see her for yourself.'

'Let me get this straight, do you think that a girl is going to go with a boy all alone deep in the forest, with a boy that looks like Slender man?' he could not stop himself from having a little chuckle.

'I am glad that you are finding joy at my expense.'

Then suddenly, the sir C.J stopped laughing and became serious.

'Remember Jack, there is a difference between, having a friend and worshipping them.'

'What does that mean?'

Sir C.J took a few steps closer to him, put his hand on Jack's shoulder, looked him in the eyes and said, 'Deep down, in your cold little heart, you already know the answer.'

Jack, took his hand off his shoulder and shook his head, 'Honestly, Sir, you are the most vague and irrational person that I have ever met, do you even know what you are saying?'

'Honestly speaking, no, but you have to admit one thing, I did sound profound did I not, A monk in China told me that once, when I was struggle to make a decision concerning my business.

This immediately caught Jack's attention, if he can stay friends with this strange man until he finishes school, he could be guaranteed a job and maybe even become as rich as him.

'May I ask, what kind of business are you into to Sir C.J?'

'Well, I do not have one job, I have many jobs which require me to do various tasks?'

'What kind of various tasks?'

Sir C.J looked up at the sky as if he was expecting an answer to fall from it, he looked at Jack then smiled, 'Various tasks.'

'What a fascinating answer, that surely cleared up a lot of my confusion, a whole new world of possibilities just opened up for me.'

'Would you look at this old man, who just discovered sarcasm.'

Jack just ignored, sat down on the ground, took out his lunch tin, and opened it, the sound of the opening box caught C.J's attention, as he too was a little hungry himself.

'If you keep leaning in like that, you might end up falling right into the box its self, would you like a slice of bread?'

C.J first cleared his throat, fixed his tie, checked the time, paced back and forth, than walked over to Jack.

'I would love some, thank you very much, if you do not mind of course?'

'No Sir, I do not mind at all, please have a seat.'

He sat down next to Jack, took his gloves off, rubbed his hands on his thighs and took a slice of bread out of the lunch box.

'Now, what is on here?'

He examined the bread as if it was from another planet or something.

'Peanut butter and Jam, my favourite.'

'Really, how very classy of you, you are clearly a man of below average taste, in any case did you make it to school on time?'

'Yes sir, I did, but what I saw on my way there really infuriated me, please understand I really wanted to help, but I was too much of a coward to do anything so I just kept running.'

C.J sighed, wiped his mouth off and put his gloves back on, 'Look, I will not ask you want happened, because I ready know but the point is this, if you were afraid the first time, then you must go back again and again, until you overcome your fear, because nothing comes easy in life, "For acquainting oneself with little harms, one gains the tolerance and strength to patiently overcome the bigger harms", well, I think that is the correct wording.'

'So, what you are saying is that if I want to succeed, I must inflict harm on to myself?'

'No, of course not, I just said what a monk told me once, when I was in a similar situation as yourself.'

'I still do not understand.'

C.J got up, stretched out, looked down and grinned, then said, 'Deep down, you already know the answer.'

'Oh, no, not again.' Jack cupped his face with his hands and shook his head.

'Hold on, you have to admit, that my timing the second time around was pretty good.'

Not really wanting to in courage the lunacy any further, he had to nod his head in agreement, because the second time around his timing was spot on.

'Now, I really have to get home, last time I was out this long, I missed my daughter's first words and guess what her first word was, "papa", I missed my first daughter's word, I am not going to miss my second daughter's, I am leaving now, I really hope you find a solution for your problem, bye now.'

He turned around with a ballerina twirl, then marched off like a soldier, until he completely vanished out of sight. Jack could not help himself but wonder, who would be brave or stupid enough to marry a crazy strange man like him, he stared at the sky hoping that the answer would fall on his face and it did.

'A gold digger.'

Amused by his twisted thoughts, he broke into an uncontrollable laughter, which caused him to tip over and hit his head on a small stone on the ground.

'How dare you, you lowest form of life, I will surely punish you, be gone you piece of rock, out of my sight!'

He cucked the rock against a nearby tree. He watched the pebble bounce of the tree and land on the ground, but the stone did not land on the grass but what rather looked like a piece of paper, being the curious menace that he is, his self-discipline was easily overcome by the desire to know and he just had to see what was under the stone, he got up and went to investigate, first he circled the piece of paper, like a tiger about attack a helpless pray, then pounced on it, just as the wind was about to blow it away.

'Thank God, I got to you on time, another wise you would remained a mystery for the rest of my life, now let us see what are you hiding inside.', he unfolded the piece of paper, inside was a newspaper clipping with which read, 'Local business tycoon Sir Cather J Kipper, wife and two daughters dies in tragic fire.'

'If this is what I think it is and he is going where, I think he is going, then who is he actually going home to?'

He pocketed the piece of paper, and began to walk home, along the his way home, he could not help but to wonder, how a sensible business man like C.J could drown himself in so much sorrow and despair that he would reawaken the dead, to live in a fantasy world,

'Huh, and he said, that I was the lonely desperate state.'

'Ouch, look where you are going.'

'Oh, I am home, sorry mother.'

'It is fine, just go and freshen up first, then come and have your dinner.'

After dinner, Jack went straight to his room, and laid down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling his thoughts, could not help but to drift back to C.J and his situation, having to go home every day to a quiet and empty home having no one to talk to.

'Serves him right, always taunting me, and insulting me, but still it is kind of sad at the same time, Well, there is no time for sadness in my life, I have a mission to complete, and a big acting debut tomorrow, so I need to get my beauty rest now, do not want to look all tired and disgusting.'

He blew out his candle then went to sleep.