Jack Williams is a normal 17 year old boy, besides his very strange hobby of fighting crime at night instead of studying. He doesn't have a awesome or special protagonist backstory. He's just a normal kid, well... would be a normal kid if normal kid...
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In the far right of a lively classroom sat a quiet boy impatiently drumming his fingers against the desk glaring angrily at the clock as if it would do anything. It was the last period of the school day on a an average Friday. The boy, Jack Williams looked away trying to not focus on the time but the lesson the teacher was teaching instead. He tried to stay focused on class but his mind had other plans. Those plans being to temp him to jump out of the window to escape this treacherous class. Fortunately right before he was gonna decide to give in to the window-jumping plan the bell rang, he grabbed his binder, notebook, pencil and water bottle and rushed out if the classroom bumping into other students accidentally. He ran as fast as he could while holding his heavy binder and water bottle. He finally made it to his destination, his locker. He quickly put in the combination and pulled it open, he grabbed his backpack and sloppily shoved his school supplies in, zipped it halfway and started running. Again. He practically skipped the entire staircase case, ran a little more and in a few moments he was finally on the bus. He sat down and sighed in relief, that horrible school week was finally over.
-Later That Day-
Jack laid on the couch looking bored with the show playing on the TV. He turned himself to lay on his side and grab his phone from the coffee table. He pulled up his messages and tapped the contact name, Matthew. He adjusted his position on the couch and started typing.
Matthew🧀👹
Ready to fight crime later —
— i dont really got a choice you always drag me there anyway
ill take that as yes, ill — go pick you up in an hour
Hope ur homework's done by then —
He put his phone in his hoodies pocket, he stayed still for a few moments, he threw his legs off the couch and sat up, annoyed because he was comfortable on the. Couch but he had to go finish up his homework and get ready for....
