Digimon Adventure 02 ( Jeremy ' s Scripts )

Ep 1: Courage boost the fire

Jeremy nodded and put the cereal back in its proper spot. "Well....thank you for letting me know. I will certainly take advantage of this. " 

"So you are onboard with this project?" Mr. Flor asked. 

Jeremy opened the door to the fridge and shrugged. "I guess so. I don't have anything better to do. I might even be able to finish this project before I head to school today." He boasted. 

Jeremy was grinning from ear to ear. He was half expecting his teacher to say something. To say you shouldn't think so high of yourself. But he didn't get an answer. All he got was a dial tone. The brown hair boy frowned. "I guess... he just got disconnected." He clicked end call and stared down at the phone in his hand. 

He placed the phone back into its cradle and sat at the kitchen table. He took a bite of his cereal and looked up at a picture frame that was hanging on the wall. It was of him and his family. His mother was smiling brightly in the picture. Jeremy hasn't seen her smiling like that in forever. 

His mother used to be really down to earth. Nothing truly never bothers her. But ever since...what happened to his father... it just all changed. In the picture, his mother's Ash brown hair was long and brushed and passed her shoulders. She was wearing a pink blouse and white jeans. She was smiling from ear to ear, as she had her right hand behind the man next to her. 

The man was Jeremy's father. His father was also smiling. His dad had spiky short blonde hair and silver eyes. In the picture he was wearing a red sports shirt, and black gym shorts. His father was the gym coach at the local high school. So many people had told Jeremy that his father was such a great man, but he only had a few memories of his dad. 

Standing in front of the two adults. Were three kids. The first child was a daughter who appeared to be fifteen years old. She had strawberry blonde hair and a cheerful smile that matched her mothers. Her eyes were light green. She was wearing a purple cheerleader outfit, and in either hand, she held purple and pink pom poms. That was his sister, Lisa Heinz. She was now currently attending a local college to become a librarian. 

The second child was a son who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. The boy had short blonde hair and green eyes. His arms were across his chest, and he was looking away from the camera.  In the picture, he was thirteen years old. He was wearing a football uniform, a red jersey, black pants and black shoes. He was quarter back when he attended middle school. 

Some people always asked him why he never joined football. They thought he would be a natural. And back in his fourth grade year...he would've probably agreed with them. But now that he was older...he came to realize. That sports...was one of the big things that tore his family apart. 

His sister and brother used to always fight over who got the most trophies. Even though it was his brother who stared it. But supposedly, his father would just make a huge joke out of it. To calm those two bickering teenagers down.

He missed that about him...if...he was only still alive today. He could ask him a few things. How he could deal with the pain of not seeing a friend anymore. He looked at the youngest child in the picture. It was of him. He was probably eight when the picture was taken. His brown hair was a bird's nest. Or that is what his older brother always called it. A huge smile was spread across his face. The young Jeremy wore a yellow t-shirt and brown shorts. In his arms was a stuff Agumon doll that his sister made for him. 

Ever since his father died. His mother was never the same. His mother would ever rarely smile. She would stay quiet and never noticed his older brother bullying him. She didn't even notice that he would force Jeremy to become his personal slave. She also started to work two different jobs in order to keep ahold of their house.