JACK waits anxiously in the reception of a BLANK OFFICE SPACE, tapping his foot twice left, once right. He is dressed in a casual suit and is carrying a portfolio folder under the crook of his right arm in which a couple of pages spill haphazardly out.
Beads of sweat begin to form on the top of Jack’s forehead as he becomes painfull yaware of the bright, harsh light that directs its gaze at him.
His mind flashes back to Maggie’s eleventh birthday party when the candles seemed to dance in front of his eyes, burning to touch his face and make their mark. He remembered the cake splatting the dining room wall and his Grandmother’s face. JACK’S MUM had made it with blue colouring just so he would eat it.
He is greeted by a middle-aged woman, called SUE. She introduces herself but Jack barely shakes her hand for a second before he drops it and concentrates his gaze to the floor. Her brown high heeled court shoes seem to swim across his vision as he tries to find his way to his chair.
Jack taps his foot twice left, once right at a rapid pace and clicks his knuckles against the plastic table. Jack’s friend, ABI, sits across from him and grabs his hand tightly which seems to calm him down a little. She gives him a smile and a nod and they move their lunch to the floor to sit under the table. Others around them join them under the table.
Flashback: Teams are picked for a year seven PE football game. Eleven year-old Jack taps his feet in the same pattern as before against the grass in the middle of the secondary school field. Around him, his peers are laughing and joining teams on either side until only Jack is left. Neither team seems to want him for they all look at him awkwardly which only makes Jack more self-conscious.