Jack's story began abruptly with one of many bickering with his parents. Objects swirled around the room. The 16-year-old left the house. He ran to the middle of the street and stumbled. It will rain heavily. It was rare to see Montreal from that angle. The streets were deserted and the few houses still lit were scarce. Jack brushed back his long black curly hair to let his emerald green eyes gaze up at the starry sky. The moon was the only thing that lit the street. The only noise we expected was the rain pouring down on the rush and the cars.He closed his eyes and visions of horror set in and they weren't ready to leave, his friends disappearing one by one, his sister gone, their parent's honeymoon falling apart. The heavy rain prevented her from hearing the car rushing in and the car didn't seem to have noticed Jack. With a blink of an eye and a big skidding noise, Jack found himself in his math class and, more disturbingly, in his tiny 12-year-old body.
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a text i write on class , the other part will come soon ! if it write bad or think like it is just because the original text is french and i dont have time to re write it in english right now sorry ! have a good day/night/evening !
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