Jack farrell

Jack Farrell walked into the room like he owned it. He didn't. He just smells like it.

He said he’d beat me in a fight. I let him. He cried.

He tried to flirt with my mom. She gave him a look that could kill.

He tried to make breakfast. It looked like a war zone.

He called me a ‘chump’ because he couldn’t beat me in chess.

He tried to explain his life. I fell asleep.

He sat on a throne of pizza boxes. I threw a crust at him.

He tried to rule the cafeteria. I took his crown.

He said I was a ‘lowly subject.’ I told him I was a ‘high-level annoyance.’