Jack takes his massive meal
upstairs to his room. He sets up a pillow chair on his bed and begins to read
the student manual again. The large book’s pages flip through the air as he
hunts for his place.
Finding where he left off Jack settles in and reads more about the rules
of his new school. After a while he finds himself day dreaming of this crazy
academy. What will his room look like? How will he get along with his
roommates? What will classes be like?
Getting lost in the day dream, Jack pictures
himself throwing massive fireballs with marksman level precision. Doing back
flips and fighting like a ninja. He continues to fantasize, until he hears the
loud sound of the vacuum. His mother’s cleaning jolts him back to reality. Jack
looks at the clock on his bed side stand to see the red digital letters glaring
back at him.
Two thirty-three.
Getting lost in his head, Jack lost almost an hour of the day. Deciding that he
has more than refueled his tank, Jack leaves the house and heads back to the
park. Stepping outside the front door Jack is joined by his feathered friend.
“I’m going to
have to come up with a good name for you if you keep sticking around here. I’ll
work on it and let you know what I come up with. Let me know if you have any
suggestions.” Jack tells the hawk as he walks down the street.
“Great, now I
am talking to birds… I’ll be the incredible fiery bird whisperer. A bad tv show
idea coming to cable this fall! Hehe.” Jack smirks at his own commentary.
Arriving at the park he makes his way through the shrubbery and along the
trail.
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