I haven't uploaded anything on this site in so long, so sorry if I seem like a novice. I assure you, it was my life two years ago :'D

Sorry for it being so short, hope everyone likes it! If I get good reviews, I'll most definitely continue it with much longer chapters. Also, though I have a basic outline for where I'm going with this, suggestions are most definitely welcome. Also, though I'm changing some of the details and the longterm plot, this fic is closely based off of Project Paper Doll: The Rules.

Also I can't write out accents so I'm not going to try :'D

Disclaimer: I own nothing but a Macbook and copies of movies/books I did not write.

Out of all the places Jack could be forced to go for hours everyday, it had to be classrooms. Father always said it was for the best; someone like Jack needed to appear as normal as possible, which was harder than Jack had first anticipated, back in the third grade when he began attending school. A real school, that is.

Before having moved in with North, he had had training, which included basic school subjects as well as cultural studies. In fact, Jack was quite advanced intellectually for a kid his age, and still was. He didn't even have an issue fitting in, the problem was, he wasn't allowed to. At least, not to his full potential.

He couldn't be popular, nor could he be a social outcast, it sounds like a simple enough rule to follow, but staying middle class in high school terms, yet remain invisible was a hard thing to do.

It wasn't like Jack didn't have any friends, he just wasn't particularly close to any of them. It was just the way it had to be, and Jack had gotten used to it. He was happy with the way it was, just him and Father. That was, when he was home...

Jack was pulled away from his thoughts as he felt a tap on his shoulder. Scooting his chair out from beneath the desk enough to position his legs on the side of his seat, he twisted his torso in order to look at the girl behind him with a raised brow.

"What is i-" his expression changed and he shook his head, "I know, we're getting tested on this," he mumbled so the teacher wouldn't hear, "I'm recording the lecture and listening to it tonight."

The young woman seemed pleased, "Good, I don't feel like tutoring you over the phone again. You have the worst reception..." the brunette mumbled back.

Jack let out a small huff, "It was sixth grade, Ana, let it go," he said in a quiet voice, turning back around in his chair before he could get caught.

Murmuring, "Yeah, yeah..." the sophomore turned back to her notebook, trying to catch up on the parts of the lecture she had missed.

Ana had the strange ability to be able to listen to multiple people at once and absorb everything each one of them said. What Jack would do for a brain like that.

About twenty minutes later, the bell rung and Jack rushed off to the boys' bathroom and into an empty stall. Fishing his phone from his right pocket, a stick concealer from his left, he turned on the front cam, biting his lip, "Dammit..." he mumbled, applying a bit of the concealer to his jaw where there was a hint of a blue tint to his pale skin.

After a few moments of inspecting his face for other spots the makeup had faded, he stuffed his things back in his pocket and walked out the stall door to the sink. Who knows how often the stall doors get cleaned. Jack turned the handle, glancing at the mirror in front of him. He grimaced, trying to wet down his snow white hair which was sticking up all over the place, giving up after a few minutes.

Dumb hair.

Jack grabbed a few paper towels the janitor had left on the counter, evidently not having time to actually refill the towel dispenser, and walked to the door, jumping back when the door opened for him, a boy on the other side.

"Hey," the kid greeted, a sweet softness to his usual (mildly) nasally voice, his green eyes no more than a centimeter below Jack's blue.

"Hey," he greeted back, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Passing by each other, Jack smiled to himself as he made his way to his locker and grabbed his history books, running off to class.

...

"Nooorth?" Jack called as he stepped into the house, backpack hung over his shoulder, "You home?" Jack closed the front door, opening the closet directly in front of it, hanging his backpack up on a hook. Turning to his left, he walked out into the open space, right side serving as a living room, left side dining room.

A large, almost rectangle shaped man with a long white beard, looked up from where he sat at the end of the dining table which was cluttered with papers, as well as a laptop and an empty microwave dinner container. North set down the cell phone, standing with a concerned but stern expression on his face, "I just got off the phone with Mr. Pitch."

"Oh."

"He'd called me, offering to recruit me for another search," North informed him.

Jack bit at his thin lower lip but nodded, "That's not too bad though, right? I mean... it's happened before," it was always happening, really, "They haven't found me yet," he gave the man a weak yet playful smile.

North shook his head, "That may be, but this time it's different... it's not just them anymore."

Jack frowned.

"They're teaming up with the police force, Jack. It won't just be a few dozen people looking for you anymore, Jack. You have to be more careful than usual."

Jack's shoulders sunk down, "I'm always careful..."

The man's bushy eyebrows joined together, "You had better be unless you want to go back to the lab..."

Jack winced, "I'll be more careful."

"Good," North's stern expression was replaced with a smile, "There's some chicken and rice left over from last night, you can have that for dinner."

Jack held himself, arms crossed over his chest, "I think I'm just going to head to bed, I'll set my alarm early for homework," he sighed, "Goodnight..."

North sat on the couch in the living room area, flipping on the TV, "Goodnight, Jack."

Jack stared at the ground, taking off his shoes and tossing them in the closet, walking forward and past the living and dining room area, into a horizontal hallway, turning to his left and ran up the stairs into his bedroom.

Reviews and criticism would be great! If I end up writing a second chapter, Jack's backstory will be more clear, I kept it pretty vague in this chapter :)