It's been a year I know, and all I have to show for it is this small chapter. I've decided that I will only continue this story if at LEAST one person reviews it. If not, then may it rest in peace….
But by all means, please enjoy what I have for you. It may be small, but if the story IS continued, then the chapters should get much larger.
"Rise and shine, sleepy head." Hannah called from the kitchen behind Jackson's spot on the comfy sofa. He raised his head slightly before slumping back and raising a hand to his weary eyes.
"What time is it?" He asked distantly. His sister bounced into the living room.
"Six o'clock." She said brightly, settling next to her brother. He jolted out of his sleepy position.
"What?" He exclaimed. What are we doing up so early? He thought bitterly.
"You have to be in school at eight; no way you're gonna make it if you're not up now. Now here-" She grabbed a stack of papers from the coffee table in front of them. "These are your school registration papers. Dad's already signed them. Here's your new name." She handed him an I.D.
"Jackson Stewart. Hmm." He commented. "It kind of has a nice ring to it." He added thoughtfully.
"This," she told him, holding up a white slip of paper, "is your new class schedule." He grabbed it and glanced at it briefly, noticing 1st period English in a room 325. "Now, who wants breakfast?" She said, rising to go back into the kitchen, where the smell of waffles was adrift. Jackson followed right on her tail, eager to fill his empty stomach.
Half an hour later, Jackson stood in front of his massive wardrobe, his loyal sister beside him.
"How many clothes did you buy?" He asked, astonished at how full the walk-in was.
"Well, I couldn't have you walking around in your… other clothes." Jackson knew she was referring to his old hobo slacks which had been carefully washed on returning to the Montana household. "Go ahead pick something, or do you need me to help you?" She said playfully.
"I can dress myself…" He muttered defensively.
Most of it was jeans and t-shirts. There were three suits in all and two tuxedos, for what he didn't know. New, hip shoes lined a lower shelf. In spite of his sisters jive he grabbed a pair of pants at random and then a shirt with ACDC scrawled across it.
"Touché." Hannah replied in perfect French. "Now hurry up, or you're gonna be late!" His young sister scurried out of the closet as if it were her first day at a new school. Sighing, Jackson pulled his clothes on and went into the foyer, picking up his new backpack and heading down the elevator with his sister to the car waiting to escort him to school.
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