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      Hello there my name is Jack. Jack Flinn. I was born 

and raised in the small town of Cinder and to many 

children, I am different. I have light blue eyes and 

chocolate brown hair, I am tall for my age and my 

favourite food is Mac and Cheese. At first glance I appear 

to look like a regular child, but after a few days you’d 

recognize a pattern. My outfit that is. I only own 3 sets 

of those. I do not have toys that you could control with 

the touch of your finger; nor do I have action figures 

that I buy just for the sake of collecting them. I am an 

only child who lives in an old, worn down apartment with 

only my mom. The greatest mom in the world to be 

exact. 

The first day I realized that I was different was when I entered first 

grade. That was the time when mommy bought me a new set of clothes, 

my third set! I was happy that I was able to get new clothes, but as 

mommy buttoned up my new red shirt, she looked up to me and said,

    “Sorry, Jack.”

I didn’t understand why she apologized so I gave her a smile and said 

that it was okay. She patted me on the head and went to the kitchen to 

prepare my lunch.

    “Can I have Mac and Cheese today, mommy?” I asked while running 

after her.

        “No not today honey.” she said, “Is a butter sandwich okay?”

    “Sure!” I replied.

I didn’t hate butter sandwiches but I much preferred Mac and Cheese.

As we went to school we saw many other children walking with their 

parents. Everyone looked so fancy with their new clothes and cool 

backpacks! But it was okay, because I had my new overalls and shirt as 

well. Classes began and I had a lot of fun learning how to write 

sentences and how to add numbers. Recess was fun too; a boy named 

Butch had many cool toys that he allowed me to play with.

    “You should bring your toys next time too!” Butch told me.

    “Sure! I have the wooden car that mom made me!” I said, “I will 

show you tomorrow.”

Butch looked over to his friend Sam, and Sam looked back 

with a strange look on his face.

    “What’s wrong?” I asked.

    “That’s not a toy! That’s garbage!” Sam shouts.

Without knowing how to respond I began to cry loudly, and 

that is when the teacher came over and gave us a talk.

As lunch time came, I took out my sandwich and sat next to a girl 

named Lizz. She wore her hair in pigtails and had a frilly pink dress.

    “Look what I have for lunch,” she bragged, “my favourite chicken 

nuggets with potato salad.”

    “That looks good!” I told her, “I have a butter sandwich.” 

I showed her my sandwich but she gave me the same look that Sam 

gave me earlier. 

    “What’s wrong?” I asked.

    “That’s not a lunch,” she told me, “that’s garbage.”

Once again, I didn’t know how to respond so I began to cry loudly, and 

again, the teacher had to come over and give us a talk.

Finally school ended, and everyone ran out to their 

parents who drove their car here to pick them up. 

Mommy was standing outside the door waiting so we 

could walk home together. 

    “Why don’t we have a car?” I asked her.

    “We live close by, so we don’t need one” she said 

with a smile.

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