Jack Merridew is a douche. Simple. Please and thank you aren't even in the 17 year old's vocabulary. He spends his entire day bossing his poor mother around and sleeping. Amanda Merridew is more slave than mother to the snob she has to call a son. It's only gotten worse since he dropped out of his PRIVATE school at the age of 15. Dropping out school was only the start! Since then his days have been spent sleeping and playing video games why his nights consisted of various parties all of which he remembers vividly. However, coming home is not something he remembers as by at least 11 he is completely, flat-out drunk.

Talking about parties, Jack had just returned from one, but for some reason he wasn't intoxicated. The reason being the parents of the host of the party has come home early and threatened to call the police before the party have even been given a chance to begin. Shame really. The annoyed teen ran a hand through his obviously dyed hair before putting the keys into the door. Pushing the door open he was greeted to his mother looking extremely stern and determined.

"Jack…" She began but said boy was already walking off. "Jack! G-Get back here this instant!" This was probably the first time she had raised her voice at her son in ages, usually it was the other way around. The new sense of authority in her voice froze Jack in his tracks. He didn't want to hear what his mum was going to say but he knew he had to.
"You used to be such a good boy Jackie.." He winced at the nickname. 'Jackie' hadn't been used in such a long time, if it was a book it would have probably had at least 4 centimetres of dust on it.
"I miss that good boy. The little happy boy with good grades, good friends, that actually listened to his own mother." Her voice began to crack as tears pricked her sky blue eyes.
"You're throwing your life away! I'm not going to just sit here and let that happen! I'm not going to be here forever and you know that, I'm not going to be able to pay for everything for you Jack! You need a job but you can't get one because you dropped out of school so early. It breaks my heart knowing you could achieve so much but you don't even care do you? Do you know how much I spent on a good education for you? Well do you?" Jack stood silently as his mother went on, she really had had enough. This sort of rant had happened before so the whole experience wasn't new.
"I had to get a second job; I couldn't pay for everything since your father left and you knew I couldn't but what did you do? You spent it all on alcohol and cigarettes! Why are you doing this to yourself? Do you really want to throw your entire life away Jack?" She paused for a bit allowing her breath to return.

As his mother lectured him Jack just rolled his eyes, he had heard it all before! But only now did he realise how much his mother did for him. She did in fact pay for his smoking habits, drinking addition and was even accepting when he 'came out' shortly after leaving school. However this gratitude was short lived and the teen soon went back to being bored.
"That's why…" Amanda took a deep breath "You're going to stay in Australia for a few weeks." Jack sighed and went to move but then the words sunk in. Well this part of the lecture certainly was new. Wait, Australia? That's the other side of the world!
"I'm what?!"
"You're going to stay with a nice family who will hopefully teach you some well overdue manners!"
It took the teen an awful lot of self-control to not pull his air out there and then, so instead he stormed off up to his room.

Once inside he slammed the door, smirking when he heard the vase in the hallway fall and shatter on the hard floor. As he turned from the door he noticed it. A large black suitcase and his favourite backpack sitting innocently on his bed. Amanda had not only lectured him but also packed his bags ready for his departure! In a pure fit of rage he picked up the suitcase and threw it against the wall creating a small dent.
"Well shit." He murmured flopping down on his bed. Reaching to his bedside table he lit a cigarette. Almost as soon as he was fed up with the cigarette and put it out he let sleep overcome him.

Jack's room was nothing special but he loved it. When they moved in it had been a lovely baby blue which jack had changed to a mix of navy, shocking red and a deep black. Considering he did most of the painting while drunk, it looked good. Even though the walls looked okay more of the room was actually buried under dirty clothes, empty bottles and cigarette packets and even old, uncompleted homework. So to put it simply, Jack was no a very tidy person

Hey there. Basically I became obsessed with watching all of the 'world's strictest parents' and decided to write my own. It's a modern AU and /may/ eventually include Jalph but you'll have to wait and see ;) My first chapter is pretty short I know, next chapter will be longer I promise!

Also even though I'm extremely nervous when it comes to sharing my writing I would love for some REVIEWS. Even if they're one word it's the thought that counts. So if there is any ways that I can improve (and I'm sure there is) then please do tell me because I would love to improve and eventually become as good as some writers on this site.

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