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Jack woke up by the loud noise of alarm at 8 am. The alarm vibrates so much , even Jack suspects , it will be cause of his heart attack.Fortunately, he slept a sound sleep today and today's day seems much better.

"Good morning,honey." , his mom called from the kitchen as Jack came downstairs.
"Oh,hey,mom! Good morning!" , Jack smiled.
"Be seated on the chair and moma's bringing  your favorite egg & bacon!", said mom cheerfully.
"Yay..I mean okay!", blushed Jack since he is barely this cheerful.
"Oh! I forgot to tell you , your dad won't be able to come home tonight or today. So you gotta go to school by yourself. I'm packing your lunch and don't forget to meet me before you go!", his mom said , serving breakfast to him.
"Okay." , replied Jack.

So that old ugly man isn't home..that's why everything seems so good. Mrmh, I can go to school all by myself without any interference...sounds pleasing, thought Jack. 

As soon as he finishes his meal than he called out his mom for lunch packet and taking the packet , he bid her goodbye. Then he started for school by working as it was at 9.

On the way, he faced no trouble like the other days when he used to be with Mr.Johnson. He was walking to the school and met Kate on the way , his school's cheerleader.

"So , how are you, Jack?", asked Kate who was now walking with Jack.
"Well..I'm good." , answered Jack.
"All good? I mean I saw you in the library that day...everything okay?" , again asked Kate looking concerned.
"Trust me, Everything's alright."
"I wonder why life is so unfair and mean..why it can't be perfect and everything can't be happy?", said Kate sympathetically .
"Everything can be perfect , but perfect can't be everything.", replied Jack smilingly.
"Oh..Oh yeah, maybe you're right.", said Kate looking surprised.
Jack nodded looking down.

They reached their "Avas Acorns International School" within minutes. Kate and he was walking to the classroom where he saw Alex saving a seat for him.

"Would you mind sitting with me today?", asked Kate smilingly.
"Um..oh", he saw Alex pointing at the saving seat to him.
"Oh! I see. It's okay..really! I can seat with Jennifer maybe she's saving a seat for me too! Haha enjoy with your friends!", said Kate,seemed to know that Alex has saved a seat.  
"Uh thanks for asking ..you know",said Jack not feeling guilty to reject.
"Oh it's nothing.I can totally understand.", said Kate cheerfully , saying this she left for her friend. So did Jack to Alex noticing Ethan entering.

"Oh hey , mate!",said Alex happily.
"Hey! Oh wait what're you doing...OH MY GOODNESS-"
"What?!"
"IS THIS THE CHEMISTRY HOMEWORK??! OMG I FORGOT TO DO THIS!! WHAT AM I GONNA DO NOW?! WHAT THE H-!", stopped Jack.

"STOP WITH THAT RIDICULOUS SCREAMING, MR.JOHNSON! And good morning , class! ", yelled Mrs.Ruby, their class teacher , at Jack and smiled at others.

"Okay okay, calm down.sit here.", said Alex offering him the seat.
"But what about the chem-"
"We'll do it later , don't worry.", said Alex cutting Jack's line.

"I'm afraid you'll have to , Mr.Johnson and Mr.Goldberg , because now I'm gonna tell everyone to open their Spanish book as you both have been opening chemistry." , said Mrs.Ruby.

The whole class laughed making Jack blushed and so did Alex. They opened their science book , Jack peeped every second at Ethan ensuring that he wouldn't get caught staring. Ethan was talking with that purple haired guy named something like-Gaston. He was all in cheering mood and maybe peeped at Jack with an irritate-angry face since the library drama. Jack didn't care..he did the right thing , he thought to himself.

"Por favor , habla mas despacio ", Mrs.Ruby said to Ethan. "Can you tell the meaning ,dear Ethan? "
"Um..me?", Ethan looking confused.
" Yes, you."
"Oh oh! I got it - 'You're very cool' " , said Ethan who was confident at his answer.
Class laughed including Ethan and Mrs.Ruby.

"Very smart move , Mr.Furs. But I'm sorry to say that you're absolutely wrong.
"Well, nevermind.", chuckled Ethan.
"Anyone else know the meaning?" , asked Mrs.Ruby turning around.

"Would you speak slower , please." 
The class turned round. Jack was standing answering the question.
"Sorry , Mr.Johnson?" , asked Mrs.Ruby surprisingly.
" I mean-the meaning of  'por favor , habla mas despacio' ?"
"Oh yeahh, right! Well , someone's got the answer , fellas! Thank you, Mr.Johnson! You're absolutely correct!" , said Mrs.Ruby cheerfully.

Ethan was looking jealous and red which made Jack feel better (dunno why). Alex was clapping so loudly that Mrs.Ruby had to stop him. Everything seemed heavenly in the class that day.

"So today was fun, wasn't it?", asked Alex cheerfully walking through the hallway.
"Yeah, right- Oh hey, Kate!", said Jack as Kate was coming close.
"Jake, you were great today! I'm so happy for you!", said Kate in such excitement that looks like she was dancing.
"Hold on, okay okay!", laughed Jack.
"Um..did you check your locker?"
"No,why?"
"Oh..it's nothing special.. just check it carefully. "
"Why? Is there wrong or something?"
"No! Just check.", winked Kate and left for her cheerleading classes.

Alex also left as he had to go for basketball practices as they cancelled their chemistry class. Jake alone headed thru the hallway to the locker. His locker is so unattractive.. seriously. He opened his locker in hope to find something important.

Nothing.

Huh,nothing? Maybe Kate was pranking, thought Jake.Fortunately, he saw something at the corner of the out pocket of the locker while closing..it was a letter..no, an address maybe. There was a name on it...

                        Kate Williamson.



















































































































































































































































































































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⏰ Last updated: Jun 28, 2017 ⏰

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