For those of you who remember and devoured the content on Kramtoad, you might be familiar with the name "Jack Tibbler". This story in particular is the first of two official stories that I'm familiar with regarding these characters. (The second one is in a class above this one imo. But this is still great.)
I'm publishing these, because they're from a different time and some people might have missed them. And, even if you do remember them, I fixed them up, put in proper spacing and (better?) punctuation, as well as smoothing out some rough edges. My attempt at doing these stories some justice. I hope I did so.
I'll be publishing the other story next week (Tuesday the 2nd).
Jack was an average boy.
He never bothered anyone, never got into trouble, he was actually rather docile
for a boy of nine. He was of average build, had shaggy brown hair and adored
movies more than anything else.
He came from a
wealthy family, nothing involving champagne wishes and caviar dreams, though
they were pretty well off. He had a mother who was a little more involved with
herself than anything else, and a father who worked all the time.
Then there was
Andy, the iconic older brother. He was thirteen, obsessed with sports and
girls, as toned as he could be at that age with short dusted blonde hair. To
everyone else he was a golden boy. To Jack, he was a nightmare.
Everyday it
was something new. A wedgie, bucket of water above his bedroom door, pantsing
him in front of the neighborhood kids, humiliating him in any form he could
think of. Some of the things Andy did were fun little pranks, others were
downright mean. Including one such occasion.
Jack sat
before the television, watching an animated movie he had grown to love while
drinking from a mug his deceased grandfather had given him, which he loved even
more. He had friends, he was far from anti-social. He just really enjoyed
watching movies. Maybe one day he would become an actor, or better yet, a
producer!
Jack was
sitting there, minding his own business and keeping to his simple self, when
Andy strolled into the room. Andy was sweating like a pig and wearing his
soccer uniform, two buddies with him.
"Hey,
tool. Still watching cartoons? " Jack said nothing, he learned to let
things slide, even at his age.
