Drowned Drawings
- Crying at the lake
It is I, a wreck
Asleep, gone berseck.
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"Oh, where've you gone?"
"I met with the director. Gavin, you gotta help me with this."
"If you're planning to do something against your father, Elos, I'm all in it. I know you."
"No, nevermind."
"What? What do you mean nevermind?"
"Let me handle my father. Just do whatever you have to do."
"But--"
"If you wanna go to a university, just do as I say, Gavin. The director might do something about your scholarship application, and I know my father's pride. He won't like it if his son is treated like a trash."
"If you say so. Just remember that you have me here, Elos," he smiled at his best friend. "There are kids going to the facility now."
"Why so fast? How many are they?"
"Thirteen freshmen. They didn't wait for afternoon and started immediately. So while you're talking to the director, they're screening the kids. Heck, I was with them. If only you could hear the questions they were asking."
"Oh hell, I know. Did they ask how often they watch porn and jerk off? That's what the oh-so-great director said."
"I don't know what to say."
"Oh you can insult him, don't worry. I can no longer see my father in him, only the cruel director."
