Dean Johnson plodded down the rows of bookshelves as he searched for a novel that would get him another 'A*' on his book review. But all of the books were too simple for a reader like him. In once night he had read the entire work of William Shakespeare. He had lots of time on his hands. That is the only bonus of having no friends.
Scavenging through the rough terrain of novels, Dean finally settled for an extremely frightening hardback. Gold encrusted words on the front cover let Dean know that he was going to engross himself in the life of Jack the Ripper. Not much was known about the mass murderer from the streets of Victorian London.
"Nice book Dean," Clark Kent, a boy in Dean's form, had casually strolled up to Dean while the nerd had been reading the blurb of the biography. "I can't decide what to do for the book review. Can you help me?"
That was Clark. Always there to help people find friends. But Dean didn't want Clark near him at all. Clark had friends. He would lose them all if he decided to hang around with Dean.
"Earth to Dean, Earth to Dean!" joked Pete as he came up behind Clark. "Would you mind helping me… oh no!" Pete's gaze wandered to the entrance behind Dean.
Whitney, the tough football fanatic of the school, was parading in with his cronies behind him. They were heading straight for Clark.
"What where you doing with my bird yesterday?" Whitney scowled in frustration. "I saw you going into the drive in yesterday with the birthday girl!"
One of Whitney's henchmen shoved Clark into Dean. As Dean stumbled to the floor, the side of one of the book's pages tore through his skin, leaving a bloody gash where skin should have been.
"Get up Freeman!" roared Whitney. "I'll see you after school Kent!"
The gang of football jocks left, sniggering in delight between them. But Dean cared not about Whitney's gang but he did care about the searing pain that consumed his finger. Then it stopped. Dean was gone. Jack was there. Jack the ripper!