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Because of how I wrote it I have to post it like this just reply to each section (I will have 3)

Jack Nicholas was a tall 14 year old boy with green eyes and scruffy black hair. His clothes were always to big or to small since he had to find them in his aunts attic and none seemed to fit his scrawny body type. Without his mischievous apparent he was actually loyal, brave, and completely trustworthy. Okay maybe not completely trustworthy for he is always labels the troublemaker but he knows his limits.

Jack was back from another crummy day at school when his aunt started screaming at him for being late. "Yeah I'm so sorry I'm late you old woman but the thing is they let us out of school early today." said Jack.

"Well get on with your homework then you little smart aleck and when your done wash the dishes." said aunt Beatrice

"You see the thing is I don't have homework because today was the last day of school" said Jack with a smirk on his face rarely having the upper hand in the conversation.

"Well then just go to your room and don't let me see you for the rest of the day or no dinner" said the aunt.

A few hours after the incident Jack was laying on his plain bed in his tiny plain room in the most plain town in existence Harpersville. Thinking about how crummy his life is.

It all started when his parents died in a fire when he was 7. He was in the hospital at the time getting his tonsils removed so he had no idea of the incident that killed his parents until he was released. It continued to get worse when he was put with his aunt "for your own good" the government guy said. He wanted to believe her but the woman was grumpy, mean, and overall a barbarian to him only. To everyone else she was a kind old rich woman who donated thousands to charity. His aunt had him living in a small part of her atic that was small, finished, and out of her way. Jack didn't mind he always loved exploring the things of the attic and there was always more to explore. He was just about to look in an old box when his aunt was screeching for him to come downstairs for his dinner which was probably own maggoty bread and year old milk.

"Well better not keep the witch waiting" Jack muttered himself and went downstairs.