Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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JACKSON's parents, Mr and Mrs Whittemore, sit across from Mr. Harris, mid-conversation, "Jackson's a highly motivated student. In fact, I'd describe him as unusually driven."
"We were hoping he might ease up on himself a little." Mr Whittemore replies looking at his wife.
The headlights from Jackson's BMW illuminate a patch of trees near a field. A small hoop hangs from a branch. A beer bottle slips from Jackson's hand into the grass. Using his other hand, he scoops up a ball with his lacrosse stick and fires it at the hoop. It soars past, a miss.
"He's always been hard on himself. It's something we assumed was an effect of being adopted."
Jackson scoops up another ball.
Throws again.
Misses again.
"I think I understand. He's never met his biological parents." Mr Harris says.
"That's right. It's the need to please. The over-achieving. The desire to make someone proud. Someone he's never even met."
Balls come one after another. Some nick the outer edge, but none go through.
"Well, simply as an outside perspective, something certainly seems to have re-calibrated his desire for achievement several notches higher."
A beer bottle flies, upending through the air, smashing into the hoop and the tree.
"Not to be too blunt about it, but he seems almost... obsessed."
Gasping through clenched teeth, Jackson drops to his knees. He sits there, fists in the dirt, glaring at his failures.
...
Ms. Ramsey, English teacher, sits down with Lydia's parents, "So, let me just tell you there's plenty to say about Lydia."
Mr Martin turns to his soon-to-be ex-wife Mrs Martin, "Did I not predict this?"
Mrs Martin rolls her eyes, "Here we go. Total nuclear meltdown as usual."
Mr Martin turns to Ms. Ramsey, "What is it? Her grades? Concentration issues? Erratic behavior?"
"I'm not the one who told her she had to choose who she wants to live with. As if that's not going to warp a sixteen year-old girl."
Mr Martin frowns, "Just tell us what the problem is."
Ms Ramsey looks between the two, "Sorry, but I wasn't aware of any problem at all..."
Lydia sits in her bedroom at her vanity, staring blankly into the mirror.
"Academically, Lydia is one of the finest students I've ever had. AP classes push her GPA above a five. I'd actually like to have her IQ tested."
