To The Moon We Go;To The Stars We Strive

Prologue

This sucks... he thinks as he stares up at the screen in front of him.

I could be doing something so much more fun than this. Like looking through the telescope in the laboratory on the roof. Yes, it was daytime, but Finnley didn't care if he wouldn't see anything. He just wanted out of this boring class.

History is very boring, it seems...

Looking at the clock, he hopes for the bell to ring so he can go to his next class and get this day over with. Next is gym class. It's not as bad as history, but it is still less interesting than the stars. He wouldn't be able to see them this time of day, but in a few hours, he could see the moon.

"...and that was what people did back in the 1800 when the war prisoners..." He zoned in for a bit to hear what the teacher was saying.

It's exactly the same as last year. His head plops down onto his desk in boredom.

Another war, another prisoner, why do we need to learn this, blah blah blah...we already know not to repeat things, but something always goes wrong. Definitely when someone greedy is involved.

"Mr. Morrow, would you like to inform me as to why you can't keep your head up?" his teacher asked.

Picking his head up, he looks straight ahead and says monotonously.

"I apologize for my negligence in paying attention to the lesson. I'm terribly sorry that I have no interest in learning this." Then he puts his head back down as he counts.

1...

"Mr. Morrow, if you do not start paying attention in class..."

2...

"...so help me please, to understand why you are as uninterested as you are, or least why you are not putting any effort in your studies..."

3...

"Mr. Morrow, please see me..."

Am I off or something...*RING*

Nope, there it is.

The bell silences the rest of the teacher's words as he gets up with the rest of the class, and they all hurdle out of there.

Looking back at his teacher, he thinks, I could be watching stars. I'm doing none of this boring history thing. We all know the world likes to repeat itself. I've got better things to do. Like drawing the moon. Dads going to be going up there, and he said he's going to get good photos of it while he's up there.

Walking to class, the P.A. sounds overhead.

*Finnley Marrow to the office, please. Finnley Marrow to the office*

"Ugh..." He says as he hears his name. Laughter comes around to his ears, words like "Ooooh! Finny's getting called down again, "and "Dude, he's just got bad luck. "

Walking to the office, FInnley wondered how they got a hold of his miscreant behavior so fast. It literally just happened.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, shouldn't have done that. Mom's going to kill me.

The hallways are empty by the time he reaches the doors to the office, and he slows his walking pace, almost dragging his feet. Standing in front of the door, he looks through the glass window and sees his mom frowning in her seat by the window.

It's definitely not about talking back, is it?

Opening the office door, he walks in and takes a seat next to his mom. The office is your typical bored secretary office, so Finnley didn't mind when the secretary didn't even look up at him to ask questions.