FINN & GEORGE

CHAPTER 15

NARRATION:

George offered to drive Finn's home, ensuring his safety on the way. The drive home was filled with happy conversation and laughter, as George tried to lighten Finn's mood. They talked about their favorite food, hobbies, and dreams for the future. George shared stories from his own school days, inspiring Finn to work even harder to achieve his goals. Finally, when they arrived at Finn's house. However, as they stepped out of the car, they were greeted by a heated argument between Finn's parents.

Dad: Hey! Why you're late? Don't you know we are very worried about you?

Finn: Sorry dad!

Dad: Go inside. Your mother is waiting for you.

George was standing in the midst and Finn's go inside their house, Finn's father looked at George with anger. Finn's parents were worried sick about him being out so late, and they directed their anger towards George.

Dad: What kind of punishment did you gave to my son huh? Are you punishing him or something?

George: No.

Dad: My son told me that you are monster teacher, you always make students struggle and suffer.

George was shocked and hurt when Finn father's said that.

Dad: They're not professional like you, you have different level compared to the student.

George: I'm sorry, I understand.

Dad: I already know that your parents are disappointed with you. You're iresponsible and undisciplined teacher.

*loud voice*

Dad: You are the worst teacher, I ever know.

Finn's father walked out and go inside their house. Feeling a mix of guilt and sadness, Finn tried to explain that it was his choice to stay late at school, and George had kindly offered to drive her home. But her parents were too consumed by their anger to listen. They warned George to never bring Finn home late again.

Feeling disheartened, George apologized to Finn's parents, assuring them that he had only wanted to help. He understood their concerns and promised to be more mindful of the time in the future. He promised to not bring Finn again late at home.

As George sat behind the wheel of his car, driving through the dark and empty streets, he couldn't escape the overwhelming weight of guilt and loneliness that consumed him. The moment that had just occurred had left him feeling deeply disappointed in himself, the words strucking his heart and he filled with intense regret.

The hurtful words he heard, the actions he had taken, and the pain he had caused to someone he cared about deeply. The weight of his mistakes pressed heavily on his chest, making for him to difficult breathing. As he drove, his foot pressed harder on the accelerator, causing the car to speed up. The sound of the engine roaring drowned out his racing thoughts, but it couldn't silence the turmoil within him. The faster he drove, the more he hoped to outrun his own emotions.

But in his haste, George became reckless. He swerved through lanes, ignoring traffic signals, and disregarding the safety of himself and others on the road. His focus was solely on the turmoil within him, and he couldn't see the potential danger he was putting himself in. The streetlights blurred as he sped past them, each passing moment only amplifying his feelings of guilt and regret.

Loneliness enveloped him, as he realized the consequences of his actions and the brokenness he had caused. The realization hit him like a tidal wave, crashing against his already fragile state of mind. Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He felt trapped in his own self-destructive cycle, unable to find solace or redemption.

As he continued to drive, George's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. The weight of his guilt and regret seemed unbearable, but he knew that he had to confront his emotions head-on. He needed to find a way to make amends and rebuild what he had broken, even if it would be a long and difficult journey.

With a heavy heart, George finally slowed down his car, realizing the danger he had put himself and others in. The road ahead seemed long and uncertain, but he knew that he had to take responsibility for his actions. As George stepped into his dark and silent home, a heavy sense of loneliness washed over him like a tidal wave.

The emptiness of the house seemed to amplify his own feelings of isolation and disappointment in himself. He made his way to his room, where he found solace in the darkness that matched the despair in his heart. Sitting on the edge of his bed, George closed his eyes. Memories of his mother flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a deep ache of longing for her presence.

She had always been his pillar of strength, his guiding light in times of doubt and confusion. But now, she was gone, leaving him feeling lost and alone. Tears welled up in George's eyes as he thought about the lessons his mother had taught him. She had always emphasized the importance of responsibility and discipline, values that he had tried to instill in his own students.

But now, as he reflected on his recent actions, he couldn't help but question if he had become the very thing he despised - an irresponsible and undisciplined teacher. The weight of his guilt and self-doubt pressed upon him, suffocating his spirit. He wondered if he had been too strict with his students, if his high expectations had pushed them too hard.

The thought of potentially causing harm to those under his guidance filled him with a profound sense of disappointment in himself. In the darkness of his room, George's mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. He questioned his abilities as a teacher, wondering if he had failed his students in some way. The loneliness he felt intensified, as he believed that he had no one to turn to for guidance or reassurance.

The next morning, George woke up with a heavy heart, still burdened by the events of the previous night. As he prepared for the day ahead, he couldn't shake off the feeling that everyone would be looking at him and laughing behind his back. With a heavy sigh, George made his way to the school, dreading the moment he would face his students and colleagues.

As he entered the building, he couldn't help but feel the weight of judgment in the air. Every glance and whisper seemed to confirm his worst fears - that he was a failure teacher. Walking into his classroom, George was greeted by a his expectant faces. But instead of the lively and engaging atmosphere he had once created, there was only silence and boredom.

The students seemed nervously and scared, their eyes glazed over. George tried his best to push through the day, but his heart wasn't in it. The lessons he had planned felt uninspired and dull, lacking the passion and energy he had once possessed. The once-vibrant discussions and interactive activities were replaced with a stagnant and monotonous atmosphere.

The silence in the classroom was deafening, amplifying George's misery. He felt like a shadow of his former self, unable to connect with his students or ignite their curiosity. Every passing minute felt like an eternity. Throughout the day, George couldn't escape the feeling of being watched and judged. It seemed as though his reputation as a passionate and dedicated teacher had been tarnished.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, George felt a mix of relief and disappointment. Relief that he could escape the suffocating atmosphere of the classroom, but disappointment in himself for not being able to rise above the challenges he faced. Leaving the school, George carried the weight of his miserable day on his shoulders. He knew that he couldn't continue like this, allowing his mistakes to define him.