Jack let the last note of the song he was singing ring through the air. The D was way to
flat, he thought to himself. It must be perfect! I can accept no less! He started the song
over again. The last note remained flat. His face began to darken in color. He tried again.
The results were no difference. He began to feel his temper try to take over. Calm
yourself, he spoke silently to his mind. Don't let them see your frustration. Stay true to
your British nature. Be cool, calm, collected. So he tried again, never settling for anything
That night at dinner, Jack's mom served the usual green leafy meal she always
did. Jack had been a vegetarian his whole life. Not by his own choice, but his mothers.
When at a friend's house the night before he starred longingly at the juicy beef before
him. How he wanted to sink his teeth into that meat. He held in this urge the best he
could. Never let them see you weak. That was his motto.
Jack sat by the crackling fire with his family. Tomorrow he would return to prep
school. His family was enjoying their last night with everyone together. Jack sat
in-between his brother Garret, and his sister Ellis. Jack struggled to keep quiet. His
parents always taught him to be seen and not heard. He noticed his siblings we're doing
the same. His dad was telling his mother a story about work that day. He described the
loud, barbarian ways a foreigner had acted in the middle of an England road. Jack held his
anger when hearing this. This man was disgracing England! He should have been taught
better manners, Jack thought. He should have always strived for perfection. He should
have been raised a vegetarian. He should have learned to be seen and not heard. Jack
began tapping rapidly upon the floor. His mother frowned on him, but he couldn't bring
Jack left for prep school that morning. For a second he
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