"If you want to know what I think - I believe Jack might have left because he wanted to be a artist. I think, that could be the reason. Unfortunately the school he applied too didn't accept him."
"Why?"
"Jack said they said he was untalented and unimaginative. He was mad afterwards."
I was! But truth is, that my work really was nothing remarkable. Why do you think I constantly drew abstract pictures? Cause there was no chance that I could draw something realistic. Like a dog, or god forbid, a person! I believe that the whole idea with me going to art school was just a ridiculous idea to begin with and I clearly didn't think about it for long.
Still, at first I was mad and I rushed into that school and just slammed my work on some professors table. It was one of my greatest moments.
That guy looked at my work and started with: How long have you've been doing this?
Me: Dunno, a while.
I didn't even look at him.
He: Do you have a job?
Me: Not that I know. What for?
That was the point where I wondered why he wasn't throwing me out of his office.
He: Is this in order? Which one is the newest which one is the oldest?
He talked about my work.
Me: the newest is on top.
He: How old are you?
Me: Seventeen.
He: You have talent, that's not up for discussion and you can draw. If you're looking for a job, I would say you should think about becoming a draftsman.
I started picking up my work.
He: Maybe I'm wrong, leave some of your work and I will have some other people look at it. Maybe we can do something for you.
I packed my things and left. There was never an unrecognized genius like me.
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First of all, thank you guys for the votes and the nice comments. They really help. I have my ielts test next Saturday and I'm over the top nervous cause it's very important for my future, end of story: I wanted to distract myself from it and take a break from studying and here it is; another chapter will follow soon. I know this chapter is somewhat, asdkfjhalfk kinda not working well but my brain is like akdhsadh as well and i just cant get things the way i want and these 300 words took me like 5 hours to write D: but the chapter is somewhat important, so you guys see that Jack himself is kinda lost and that he thinks he's a genius and no one just...he's used to being the best and always getting accepted but that was the first time not. that's basically the information from the chapter, argh not happy with thisPlease continue to vote and comment :)
dedicated to northwestener for commenting and voting, thank you for your kind words!
- Annika
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The Boy Who Died
Novela JuvenilJack drops out of school, runs away from home and moves into an abandoned building by the seaside. There he feels free. There he makes music; sings and plays guitar. Sleeps, paints and dances around on his own. On the neighbouring grounds he meets...