Jack loves the Internet. It gave him a sense of escape. If he had to pick a specific part of the Internet, he always claims he would choose tumblr. He knows it is not truly a place to consider a “safe place” where one can freely express opinions and vent emotions, but he treats it as one. After all, no one would read anything of his; he is too boring, too normal, too unremarkable, so he posts whatever comes to mind. It serves as a place to reflect on past opinions, a journal he has no fear of losing. His wonderful rhapsodies on the subject are always abruptly ended when he notices the time. Much like he has right now. It is already midnight, but he has to be awake at 5 AM. With the fear of not being able to stay awake tomorrow, he quickly shuts off all his various devices: an iPad, a computer, a laptop, and a TV. Then he sets the alarm on his iPhone and gets on his bed.
His dog is already there. The dog is male and named Fluffy. His sister thought it would be funny to use something so cliché. The name always reminds him of Harry Potter and Hagrid. Fluffy is a small dog, a mongrel from a shelter. More importantly to Jack, Fluffy is taking up almost all the space of the queen sized bed in spite of being less than two feet across, but he's used to it. He pushes Fluffy over and curls up under his blankets; there are four of them. He falls asleep quickly, more tired than he originally thought.
In a blink, Jack's alarm is ringing. It's lowed, persistent, and the snooze is disabled. He shuts it off and hops out of bed before he can fall back asleep. A shower is taken, clothes are put on, coffee is made, and Jack is out the door driving to school.
On the road, Jack thinks he sees something. People are arguing. One of them is a white guy at five foot eight. His hair is short and straight with plain facial features, but there he seems to have something in his hand. It might be a gun Jack thinks. The other person, wearing a jacket is waving around his arms. Jack can hear yelling. He is asking the Universe to change the light to green. Anything, seriously anything, just turn the light green. I'll be nicer to everyone, devote my life to charity. Anything so I don't have to continue to be near this. It does, but it changes too late. He hears a gun shot, and the person in the jacket drops to the ground. The white guy rushes to grab the body and drags it around the corner.
Jack knows he just witnessed a murder. He knows he should report it. He knows so many things, but he does nothing. He sits there and shakes. Some indiscriminately long amount of time passes, and another car pulls up behind him. The driver honks at Jack and the noise causes him to jump. His heart races; Jack's not sure if it was calm after seeing the murder, but now he continues his drive to school
Schools serves as a means to an end. He does love his classes, but Jack could not, with certainty, claim he would show up every day, five days a...
