"Ugh!" I groan in frustration.
"What's up?" Jack asks munching on an apple.
"I don't know what to write about" I say.
"Well, maybe you can write about your life" he says, "a lot of interesting things have happened lately."
"My life? Aside from the crash, nothing's happened."
"I'm sure you'll figure something out" he says and kisses my head. "I gotta head out to work" he says and tosses the remain of the Apple. I give him a weird look. "You missed the trash can by a mile" I say.
"Sorry, bad aiming" he says and walks over to pick it up. Weird, Jack is actually good at aiming. If anyone is bad at it, it would be me. He walks out the door and I look back at my blank piece of paper. I drop my head and hit against the table.
Jack
I walk into the garage and head towards the car. I feel dizzy and use the car for support. This again? It just keeps getting worse and worse. It quickly goes away and I get into the car. I turn on the engine and open the door and everything is a blur. I run my eyes ands it there for a while. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, I should go see a doctor. But I can't. Elsa's already stressed, and if I did go and it were something serious they would tell her. Rapunzel's at the hospital, and we lost contact with Merida a couple of weeks ago. She's pressured to write, and is stressing over that as well. It's best to just wait. How bad can it be? Sure it happens often but it's only for a couple of minutes. Luckily, Elsa's not around to see it.
Once my sight clears, I begin to drive towards the school.
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"Hey, Rider!" I say and give him a hug. "Or should I say, Eugene?" I give him a noogie.
"Really Jackson?" He smirks.
"Not cool" I say and we walk in the room together. "Hey Punz" I say and give her a hug.
"Jack" she smiles and sneezes. "Sorry, I've got a small cold, as if a tumor weeny enough. What brings you here?"
"Classes just finished and I was in the neighborhood. How's the adoption?"
"Great, well kind of great. The adoption center loves us, but they...well they.."
"They're afraid I'm going to die" Rapunzel interrupts. "They all are" she says sadly.
"Well" I say, "they're sure going to feel like idiots when you don't" I smirk. She looks up at me and smiles bright.
"Thank you" she says.
"Just stating facts."
"Where's Elsa?" Eugene asks.
"Home. Trying to come up with ideas for a book" I say.
"Already?"
"Money is low, and she feels pressured to do it."
"But she nearest has experience" Eugene says.
"Oh come on, Eug. She's a smart girl, I'm sure she can write a book. If it were going to be in Elizabethan then she would be screwed."
"Thanks Punz" I chuckle. She sneezes.
Small baby chapie
