Summery: One day I woke up, looked into the mirror and said to myself, "I'm tired."

Disclaimer: I do not own Xaiolin Showdown.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

One day I woke up, looked into the mirror and said to myself,

"I'm tired."

"Haha! Jack Spicer! You have once again failed! This wu is ours!"

Omi said happily after, like so many times before, he and his friends beat Jack Spicer, and won the wu.

"Yeah Jack, won't you ever learn that you can never win?"

Kimiko asked, laughing at the beat up goth.

"Jack is so pathetic, he can't win anything! You little dork!"

Raimundo said rudely.

But the small albino boy didn't say anything he just sighed and left without a word.

"Hm. I wonder what got into him?"

Dojo asked, a bit surprised on why Jack just left like that.

"He's probably worn out from all of the butt whooping we gave him!"

Raimundo replied, grinning like a fool.

And worn out he was. As soon as Jack got home, he kicked off his boots, threw off his clothes so that all he had on was his boxers, and proceeded to crawl into bed.

That night, poor Jack Spicer cried himself to sleep.

The next day Jack woke up at 10:00 a.m. to his wu alarm going off. He went down to his lab and, with a pissed off expression, grabbed the device and threw it at a wall.

"Stupid fucking'…"

He started before tiredly collapsing into a chair.

"Ug! What the hell am I going to do now?"

He moaned, looking at the things in his lab. Suddenly full of energy, and severely pissed off, he got up and destroyed his lab. By the time he was done, it looked liked a tornado hit.

"Stupid, mother fucking! I hate this shit!"

He yelled angrily. Then, as though he lost all of his energy, he fell to his knees and almost started to cry.

"I really, really hate this."

He said quietly to himself.

Gathering himself up, he got up and went up stairs to the kitchen. He put the tea kettle on and made some toast. Taking off the kettle when it whistled, he started to hum. Taking a sip of his green tea, he suddenly wondered out loud,

"I wonder if anyone if anyone will miss me?"

Then, smiling, he answered himself;

"No. They probably think I'm being a baby. Well, I am!"

He giggled, the frowned.

"Well they're all assholes anyway."

He smiled once more, taking a sip from his tea and sighing happily.

"It feels great to finally be able to relax and not have to worry about getting beat up or any stupid shit like that anymore."

Jack said joyfully. And in a singsong voice he said,

"It feels good to be free!"

This story is SO old (This first part anyways) and although my writing skills have improved, this is still not one of my best works...orz.

I am so sorry for the crappyness of this...