No Sack Lunch For Jack: and how he lost his freedom (a very short story)

Once upon a time there was a little boy named Jack. He wanted to think he was free to go wherever he wanted to go, but he found out he wasn’t. It was a Monday, the day before Halloween, and there was not school. Halloween was the next day.

On this Monday morning, he woke up with a plan to pack a sack lunch and go for a hike up the small hill to the left of his house. He would first put on his boots, then sweater. He thought about getting a jacket, but decided he probably wouldn’t need it. He laughed softly to himself when he realized his name could be short for ‘jacket’, “hi, my name is Jacket, but you can call me Jack.”

As he steps out his front door, just before he shuts it, he hears his mom call his name, “Jackkk!” By the way she dragged out the k in his name; he could have sworn she called him Jacket.

He walks back into the house and sets his lunch on the kitchen table, dreading the encounter with his mom. He walks to the laundry room to see what she wants. She gives him a serious look, as she demands “Jack, haven’t I told you to make your bed before doing anything, or going anywhere!”

Thinking it won’t take long to fix his bed, he rushes off to get it done. After his bed is made, and just as he’s about to walk back into the laundry room to get clearance to go on his hike, he notices a pile of dirty clothes on his bedroom floor. He’s glad he noticed the pile before his mom did, or he’d never get started on his hike.

He makes his way into the laundry room to put the pile of clothes in the hamper, and get clearance; he notices a weird look on his mom’s face. Not the look he was expecting, he reluctantly asks her what’s wrong. “Sorry, honey, but you won’t be able to go on you little hike today”

Jack didn’t know if he wanted to cry or dart out of the laundry room, and go mess up his bed; he wanted nothing more than to go on this adventure.
“But why not, mommm!”
“Your Aunt Edith called and we need to give her a ride to the grocery store”
“For food?”
“Yes, Jack, for food.”
“Great! Just, great!” he mumbles under his breath as he retrieves his sack lunch and tosses it in the trash.
“Old ladies are no fun”

As Jack and his mom climb into the station wagon, she annoyingly reminds him to fasten his seatbelt.

He leans against the car door in despair as he thinks to himself, I’m almost ten, and I have no freedom at all.

He fears his mom will trap him his entire life, as he watches the hill he was going to hike, fade into the distance.

This was going to be a very long day.

The End.

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