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Fifteen years ago...

#JackMiles

“I’m just so sick of being human… Yeahh!!....” sang Jack Miles to the rhythm of John Bellion’s song titled ‘Human’.

Jack Miles was the first son of Desmond Miles and Kate Miles, sole heir to his father’s riches as the Miles’ family was one of the top richest and classy families in California. As it were, that particular weekend, the Miles’ family exempting Mr. Miles who was on a business trip, were in a minivan that was being driven by the family driver Jarvis, to a new house.

A place where Jack and the rest of the family would have to start all over, relive their past and probably get to have an amazing future ahead of them.

Mr. Miles worked as a very successful business contractor in the state and had been the Managing Director (M.D) of Miles’ Industries for over twenty-five years. About a few weeks back, their former home had gotten blown to bits by the means of a mini-bomb planted beside the gasoline tank. Thankfully no one got hurt as the family was on a treat at a famous fast food restaurant owned by a friend of Mr. Miles during the incidence. 

They were able to evacuate the most valuable of items with the help of the fire department but in the end everything came down to ash. 

By the looks of the attack after due investigations were carried out, it was concluded that someone obviously, wanted the family wiped out or perhaps wished to send a message, someone that framed himself/ herself a threat and an enemy to the Miles’ family.

Mr. Miles had a lot of extravagance surrounding his success and as well as rivals and business contenders. The Miles’ Industries besides business deals and contracts were instituted on the manufacturing of steel and cement and as such, success filled the establishment. It was rated to be the number one in the economic market of the state.

Meet Jack Miles, an 18 year old. A gallant, brawny and charming looking fellow possessing lots of elegant features; Eyes that could compete with the brightness of the sun or possibly bring it down from the skies, a smile that is worthy of hypnotizing the most beautiful and stunning of girls in his charming trance and an angelic voice that often made his female friends fall hopelessly for him. 

Jack was a smart and a social media freak and at the same time geek kind of a person topping his grades with A’s. Jack is a darling to behold, having his hair made in shade black spiky curls with an upcoming goatee hugging the chin of his handsome face and a fashion sense ever so wonderful. He was often nominated for prom king during his high school days.

Jack had just concluded his high school education in one of the best, classy and finest schools around the state. Not too long afterwards he had gotten his admission to study at the tertiary level in the prestigious Oxford University, London. At the moment, he had about four more weeks to spend at home with his mom, dad and siblings before he would have to travel off to London where he would commence lectures studying Business Administration and Commerce as his ideal courses.

By looks and habits it would be easily noticed and quite plain to tell that Jack Miles’ wasn’t a science person.

“Son, don’t you think your father and I should put in a home gym ‘you know to keep us in the right physical shape and figure? I won’t like being told by anyone that I’ve added up a lot of body fat. Besides it would help lot’s more than going to the public gym.” said Mrs. Miles turning her make-up kit shut by the lid.

“Son!!!”

Mrs. Miles waited for a reply but few minutes swept by and still none from Jack who apparently had been distracted by the rhythm of the music beaming in his headphone and his face buried on the social media chat going on in his android tablet.

“Jack!!” she called out. 

Mrs. Miles turned her head over to the back seat to meet Jack drowned in the tunes of his head phone with his face glued over to the screen of his tablet mumbling words out and laughing hysterically in the vein of being delusional. 

The scene was a bit amusing, watching him get influenced by the music in his ears that she was quite sure was on a very high volume. She was forced to tap him slightly, drawing him out of the music he was engrossed in.

“What’s up mom, anything wrong?” she heard Jack say when he was back to reality springing his ears free from the headphone and placing his center of attention on his mother. 

He formed out a smile as He spoke. Jack had always bore a fine, exquisite, classy and low-pitched American accent right from his early teens, one of his elegant and rather appealing qualities.

Jack~ Mom has to stop doing this to me. 

I had told her that during the journey to the new house I would be really sunk in on an online chat that required my attention but she still saw the need to bother me. Oh well! let’s see what she wants now. I don't mean to be a rude son but the sooner I answer her requests the sooner I can get back to my chat.

I really hope that it wouldn’t be anything that could threaten my ongoing online conversation.

“I was just checking in on you and plus I wanted to know if you would mind your dad and I putting up a home gym in the new house, turns out there’s a spare room. Your younger siblings would all think it to be a great idea. Won’t you think so too?” said Mrs. Miles raising a brow.

Kids of nowadays don’t seem to value discussions with their parents anymore. They don’t feel open and free with their parents; technology and social media battles to steal away their attention and time. Just yesterday, Mrs. Miles had to watch Jack and Jenny spend most of the day on their phone regardless the fact that other humans existed around them, outside their gadgets and the world they both seem to have found on the internet and the social media. 

Mrs. Miles feels really cross at that. 

Thankfully, Jack and his sister did not grow up to be addicts on anything. The principals and standards with which their mom and their dad brought him and his siblings up with to be the well behaved sons and daughter bearing the Miles’ family name were still in them. They were both principled and of self control. Their parents had made up their mind that the Miles' wealth would never go down to some hipsters.

“Jack seems to be really glued into that chat that he told me about that he won’t even talk to me. It’s all about his chat now.” “ He doesn’t need to say that my talking to him really disturbs for me to know it though. I guess I can put up with some more of his everyday media streak.” Mrs. Miles said laughing in thought.

“What’s the worst that can happen anyway?” she added.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hope you had a nice read. Now to help keep me motivated and going with this wonderful book, rate how you felt with a range of (highest rate)5 - 0.5(lowest rate) stars and also leave inline comments. Have a prosperous day. *For any confusions please note that I am narrating a little backstory of Ella and Jack before they ran into each others’ lives #JackMiles is Jack’s life and #EllaKendle is Ella’s life as well as conserving the use of a narrator’s (Omniscient) point of view and the first person point of view.*