A young boy with black hair and very delicate features looked at his reflection in the mirror. If his hair was longer, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he could be mistaken for a beautiful girl.
"I hate this," the young boy said through gritted teeth. He was clenching his fist tightly out of anger and frustration. His name was Jean Claude Summers. Currently twelve years old and also enrolled in Saint Clare Academy.
"Why must you always compare me to him? Why?" Jean muttered in helplessness.
He could still remember the conversation he had with his father a few hours ago. Every weekend, he had to go back to their residence to give his weekly report to his father.
If possible, he didn't want to see him. He had already developed a kind of trauma whenever he saw his father look at him with disappointment. Jean knew that in his father's eyes he was a failure.
