Beyond Gods 90 Jack

"That was excellent Beverly," said a pretty blacked haired twenty year old teacher. "Way to exemplify why our country is so great! "

"Thank you Miss Neilson!," said the young girl blushing. "I worked very hard on it with my parents! This country really is amazing and we are very grateful!!"

"Well take a seat Beverly!," said Miss Neilson. "My husband is a senator who works very hard to make this country good for all of you. However, we still got to get in Jack's presentation before the cla.s.s ends. If enough of you are interested in meeting him, I can ask him to come in. But I digress, Jack are you ready?"

A lanky brown child stood up and nodded shaking nervously.

"Okay Jeil," said Miss Neilson. "Come to the front of the cla.s.s and give your speach."

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The child looked nervously around and walked to the front of the cla.s.s, while Beverly went and sat at her desk.

"I-it's the year 1994," stammered Jack.

Miss Neilson nodded encouragingly, and the cla.s.s went silent.

"You're doing okay," said Miss Neilson with a suttle smile.

A look of determination crossed Jack's face.

"Its the year 1994," said Jack. "But earlier this year, my father's boss made fun of him for his clothes smelling like curry. Then he got fired three months later. This country isn't good for all of us. While the rest of you are living a middle cla.s.s life, we are struggling to get by! No one cares! Its like my family is continuously living in a recession!"

An expression of annoyance crossed Miss Neilson's face.

"Jack," hissed Miss Neilson annoyed. "I asked for you to write a speech on the things you are greatful for in this country! Not to talk negatively!"

"Your husband and all politicians are all frauds!," said Jack speaking quickly and coldly turning to her. "The government pretends to care when they really don't do anything for people outside of their select group! I contacted numerous politicians stating that firing without cause could be a mask for discrimination, but they ignored me! I even contacted your husband's office! They didn't even investigate and the Conservatives were the only ones to answer and they said 'companies have to make a profit.'"

"Jack," said Miss Neilson. "When I ask you to make a speech on a topic, I expect you to follow it. Now you are going off on a tangent that I didn't ask for."

"I hate this school!," screamed Jack. "You aren't even listening!"

"Jack," said Miss Nielson pointing to the door. "Go to the principle's office. Now!"

Jack looked at the floor as tears started to flow down his face. His cla.s.smates started laughing and talking.

"Ha! Ha!," said one cla.s.smate. "Jack is a cry baby!"

Jack ran out of the cla.s.sroom in tears while his cla.s.s laughed.

After the principle talked to Miss Neilson, she gave Jack a thorough scolding and contacted his parents. Apon getting home, his mother and father were furious.

"You were yelling at the teacher!?," yelled Jack's mother. "How could I raise such a troublesome child!"

Jack sobbed quietly standing on the spot quiet.

Jack wanted to tell them what had happened. But he knew his parents wouldn't listen, they would only listen to the one sided story of his teacher.

"She wants to put you in the slow children's cla.s.s," said Jack's mother. "Says you aren't keeping up with the other kids! She is saying you have a learning disability!"

Jack sobbed quietly as his heart sunk.

"Its his eyes," growled Jack's father. "His gla.s.ses aren't good enough now."

"Papa!," said Jack. "The teacher said-"

Anger crossed Jack's father's eyes and he yelled, "THE TEACHER AND BOOK IS ALWAYS RIGHT! DON'T QUESTION THEM! EVER!"

"Punish him," said Jack's mother. "He has to learn respect."

Jack's father took out a coat hanger from the closet and Jack cried out in fear as he began to run from his parents.

"BOY!," yelled his father grabbing Jiel's arm. "YOU DARE RUN FROM ME!?"

With that the coat hanger came crashing down again and again, hitting Jack's leg, b.u.t.tocks and arm.

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

After Jack's disciplinary beating was done, Jack layed on the floor limp and sobbing.

"I wish ...," whimpered Jack as tears flowed down his face. "I wish ... I'd never been born. I get beaten even when I do nothing wrong. I was just standing up for you. I should have never done it. I hate you, you are always beating me."

But his parents didn't hear as they walked away.

"I'll make him study every night," said Jack's father. "This boy needs discipline! Structure! He isn't slow, its a lack of discipline!"

"There is something wrong with him," said Jack's mother.

"From now on, boy," said Jack's father. "your curfew is 5:30 pm every night! At that time you better be at your study table, otherwise, you will be disciplined!"

That day, Jack had a revelation. Sometimes, even when you were standing up for others, the very people you stood up for would attack you. Especially, his parents. Despite the beating, he didn't think he was wrong for having spoken up in cla.s.s.

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The next day, as Jack was walking to school, his cla.s.smate and friend Gill, a brown haired boy with freckles wearing a red t-shirt and shorts ran to meet him.

The sun was high in the sky, and birds tweeting loudly while flying in circles high above the house line street Jack walked down.

"Hey," said Gill. "I can't believe you said that in front of the entire cla.s.s."

"I just couldn't take it anymore," said Jack. "Everyone is talking about how perfect this country is. Yet, it isn't. They are feeding us a bunch of lies."

"You got sent home early right?," said Gill.

"Yeah," said Jack. "I got the beats."

Gill shook his head in surprise.

"They can't do that!," said Gill. "Its illegal, Miss Neilson said beating kids is illegal and a crime in America."

Jack sighed.

"Its not a big deal," said Jack. "The teachers are all talk. In every other country, but America it is legal. I don't think it is bad if it is done for the right reasons. If I called the police, they might take me away and put me in an orphange, but no one would care after that. We wouldn't get to hang out, these government and teachers are all talk. Doing what they say is the right thing does nothing but give power to the wrong people. People that will continuously find ways to make my life worse and more difficult while pretending that they are doing me a favour. Despite my parents being crude, they are the only people I know truly love me."

"It is a big deal!," said Gill. "That's abuse. Your parents can't do that!"

"They are just idiots," said Jack. "Like the people in our cla.s.s that still believe in Santa Clause. They are brainwashed into believing the lies society has planned out for them."

"Eh?," said Gill. "Santa Clause isn't real!?"

"No," said Jack. "My big sister told me and I found where my parents hid the presents."

Tears started to roll down Gill's face.

Jack laughed to himself quietly. He had responded the same way when his older sister had told him. But now he understood why she had.

"Well," said Gill trying to hide his tears. "At least it is over."

"Well," said Jack. "They want to put me in the slow kids cla.s.s. The teacher is saying I'm not normal. But I think it is the difference in our cultures and upbringings. My parents don't know proper English, maths, history or those other things they teach. But my parents never listen to me, and the teachers are power hungry and jump to a.s.sumptions. They don't listen or care either."

"Whatever," said Gill. "Talking about this stuff is boring. Lets run the rest of the way to school so we can get there early and play hand ball!"

"Alright!," said Jack smiling.

They loved playing handball.