*Sorry it took so long to update guys. I just got lazy D: , Let me know if you want more!*

Jack walked in silence. He felt dread and anxiety clawing at him like moths to an open flame. He didn't want to tell his mother the bad news, but he had too. It was for her own sake. Jack looked above him in a bitter state. He saw giant, gray clouds in the sky slowing coming into formation. They danced around in the sky and seemed to mock him.

Rain? Of course! It was an ironic ending to jack's day. He ruined the auction, he ruined the festival, and worst of all; he ruined his home life. All for some dead beans.

Jack thrusted his hand inside his bag and held the jar. He squeezed it as hard as he could, but it wasn't going to crack anytime soon. Not with his measly strength. It felt cold in the afternoon weather. Jack felt the temperature slowly start to dip bit by bit.

Jack looked out to see a small fire inside their small home. Bits of burnt embers rose and disappeared into the air. Was his mother cooking a meal? God, why now! He would have preferred her angry! He couldn't bare to break her heart.

He walked towards the door and looked inside. His mother was brewing tea on the stove. Light emitted from within. He saw her saddened expression and dirty clothes. A air of fear was around her. Jack swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and pushed the door open. The creek of it sent chills down his spine.

His mother turned towards him with wide and happy eyes.

"Jack, my boy!" His mother embraced him in a hug. Jack smelt the dirt coming from her clothes. He frowned.

"Hi mother." He said with a bit of sadness in his voice. His mother let go and took a step back. She clasped her hands together.

"How was the festival? Did you have fun?" She asked with a smile. Jack forced a grin to his face. He couldn't tell her the truth.

"It was absolutely wonderful!" He said with glee. It tore at him from the inside. He felt his knapsack for the beans. They felt cold in his hands.

"These damned beans." He muttered under his breath. He turned to walk to his room, but his mother interjected.

"Jack! What about tea?" The pot had finished brewing. She had two tea cups ready on the table. Jack felt anguished. He couldn't let her suffer. He wouldn't let her suffer. He'd figure out something, with or without these forsaken beans.

"Another time mother." Jack said as he turned away. He walked slowly to his room, depressed and saddened. There he saw the same old messy room, broken shingles, and old bed. He reached for the beans and pulled them out. He stared at them for a while, and then opened the jar.

Each bean felt like a rock in his hand for surprisingly small they were. They felt heavy. There were 5 in all. Jack cursed them with his breath and threw them out in the cold pouring rain. Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky and it made his mood worse.

He flopped onto his bed and slammed his head into the pillow. It felt harder than usual. Like some thief swapped it out with a hard plate. Ironic. He sighed heavily as he heard his mother sip tea below.

I'll figure out something. He thought as he closed his eyes, I won't disappoint you mother. I won't! Jack fell asleep to the sound of rain, but little did he know that something was brewing in his backyard.