Jeb's Story: Chapter 1
I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair – it just won't behave, and damn that plumber for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush. I roll my eyes in exasperation and gaze at the pale, brown-haired lad with beady black eyes too small for his face staring back at me. I sigh. My only option is to restrain my wayward hair in a that damned hat again. I hear a knocked at the door.
"Who is it?" I call, snapping out of my reverie. I snap my cap back over my head and scuttle over to the door. Another rap on the door lets me know I'm taking too long. "Sorry, I'll be right there." I pause just before opening the door and take a deep breath. "Hello?"
I prop the door open to reveal a well aged man with a red tie, sharp glasses, and a warm smile. He extends his hand. His eyes are so… inviting. I could see myself gazing into them forever, into the beautiful forever which lies beyond. They're like a flower blooming on a frigid morning, just starting to blossom.
I fumble to shake it as I realize I've been staring at him. "Hello, can I help you?"
"I believe you can. I'm Jeb. I'm running for local office in your area."
My heart started racing. And a politician too. Splort.