I turn off all the equipments, today has been super tiring and I can't wait to go grab myself some coffee. My voice sort of hurts from all the screaming and my head is a bit dizzy from the video. Turning around a hundred thousand times wasn't really pleasant. I make my way to the kitchen and grab mug, I poor some coffee in it and sit down on the couch. Just as I wanted to turn on the television I hear a knocking on the door. While sighing I stand up, if it is another kid asking for my photograph I swear I'm gonna move! I open the door but I don't see anyone... odd? I walk outside and walk a bit around the house, no one seems to have been near. I shrug it off, it was a long day. I make my way back to the door but now I notice something on my doorstep. It's... a book? Why would someone leave a book here? I ask myself as I pick it up. 'Hello!?Anyone there?' I scream out into the dark of the night. Nothing.
I pick it up and open the book, I turn to the very first page which says:
Written for Jack, may ONLY he read it.
That's weird, though I have gotten weirder gifts. I turn to the next page
A true story
True story? So this really happened? Whatever is in the book of course. I walk back inside with the book in my hands and close the door, then I stroll to the couch and take a seat. I grab my mug of coffee and take a sip, I don't really have much to do now anyway and decide to read a bit.
YOU ARE READING
A true story
FanfictionI dunno man, something about a book and Jack. A better description follows when I finished it (if I finish it) Sorryyyy (If you're not a fan of Jack you can still read this btw, nothing actually big revolves around him. It's basically just him readi...
