Jack grew up before his parents eyes.
By age 0 he was walking up and down the house. By 5 months he sent his first text on his dad's phone. It was to a girl named Sarah.
Jack's parents fought for two weeks straight. Jack didn't know what was going on, well cause he was a baby.
Jack stayed at his grandparents house one night and the next night he spent the night at his house. With his mom only.
5 days later, his dad's new house.
5 days later, his moms house.
Dads.
Moms.
Dads.
Moms.
When jack turned 1 years old he began to talk in full sentences. "Do u gotta a bae? Or nahhhh" jack would say to his mom. His favorite word was bruh.
When jack was 2 he had the brain power of a 4 year old. Or so his mom thought.
One day jack was out shopping at the thrift'. He noticed something very unusually. Something... Familiar. The burglar. "Make me proud jack." He said. Then walked away as his mom came back from the bathroom.
As days went by Jack knew what was going on between his parents. They had been divorced.
His dad had been spending time with Sarah when jack wasn't around.
Eventually they all went to lunch together. Jack didn't like her.
She moved in when jack was two and a half.
Jack, being the little snitch he is, told his mom. His mom went into a very depressed stage. She began brining home guys jack had never seen before. Jack posted a picture on Instagram on his iPad saying "with the bros". Jacks grandmas saw and rushed over to his house.
Jack was taken away from his mother when she busted through the door and saw his mother and every other person in the room smoking weed, including jack.
