Jack let the last note of the song he was singing ring through the air. The D was way to
flat, he thought to himself. It must be perfect! I can accept no less! He started the song
over again. The last note remained flat. His face began to darken in color. He tried again.
The results were no difference. He began to feel his temper try to take over. Calm
yourself, he spoke silently to his mind. Don?t let them see your frustration. Stay true to
less than perfection.
That night at dinner, Jack?s mom served the usual green leafy meal she always
could. Never let them see you weak. That was his motto.
school. His family was enjoying their last night with everyone together. Jack sat
parents always taught him to be seen and not heard. He noticed his siblings we?re doing
anger when hearing this. This man was disgracing England! He should have been taught
better manners, Jack thought. He should have always strived for perfection. He should
have been raised a vegetarian. He should have learned to be seen and not heard. Jack
began tapping rapidly upon the floor. His mother frowned on him, but he couldn?t bring
himself to stop. Tap, tap, tap….
Jack left for prep school that morning. For a second he couldn?t find his chorus
behavior, Jack ceased his tantrum. He took three small breathes and told him never to get
so worked up again. Calmly he looked around. He didn?t find his book that morning. He
imperfection he now had of misplacing such an important book.
On the first day back to Jack?s school he calmly walked down the hall, gazing at
all the other boys dressed the same as him. Henry, A powerful member of the school
above the chorus in the public?s eye. Henry could never let Jack forget such a thing, and
spawned. The thought almost made him smile. Then he quickly rid himself of such an
Idea. Never show emotion! Never show an imperfection! This is a bad start, he told
himself. A very bad start.
None Needed. Created by my mind