Jak Jr. Ep. 1
Recently, a good hobby of mine has been watching the clouds drift by on practically any day. Actually, it’s kinda hard to tell the difference between the sky and the clouds when I do this regardless because I’m always watching them through semi-conscious eyes.
The reason for this is because I have lately been thrown to the ground after several beatings to my cerebral region. To be frank, I just got whopped really hard on my head and a moment ago I said hello to the floor.
“Where’s your daddy now? He gonna save you or what?”
If only they knew that I could only just barely hear them, let alone answer, they probably wouldn’t be getting so riled right now. Oh well. As usual, I’ll have to sit this out again.
Actually, this is normal. On a school day, I get “roughed” around three…maybe four times on a good day. On weekends and non-attendance days, it’s usually somewhere around two or three unless I hide really, really well. Either that or I spend time with my dad all day.
Speaking of dad, he’s recently been obsessed with teaching me some of his “world-saving” moves. He’s really getting sick of coming home to mom wrapping me up like a mummy again and having to call Grampa to heal my wounds. Actually, I think my whole family is getting sick of it. Like I said, I get really hurt really frequently.
This is partly because I’ve been a runt since birth. Dad is huge, mom is strong, and their baby was at least three pounds too small when I was born. They say it’s a miracle I survived, and mom even calls me her “little miracle” to make sure I remember. Anyway, I was born with a twisted leg and something the doctor called “a slim chance he’ll ever have a good build.”
To wrap this up in a nutshell, I’m short, skimpy, weak, and with a limp I happened to work out of my twisted leg when I was young. You can imagine how I was never quite dad’s “dream child,” but he always jokes that I’m the very thing he needed to remind him that there’s more to the world then roughing up bad guys.
As a teacher comes to my rescue, I will reveal my name and family. I am Jak Jr., son of Jak from the House of Mar. My mother is Kira, my Grampa (a nickname that stuck when I couldn’t talk well at the age of two) is Samos the Green Sage, and my regrettably adopted “uncle” is Daxter.
Thank the Precursors school is almost over!