To Be Named Later

Finn

                                                                  FINN

                          "Here lies the problem." He says, leaning onto my desk. At Travers University, they don't play around when one of their students fucks up. I sat in my desk and tried to make it seem like I deeply cared for what Professor Jackson had to say.

                        "The problem is, you can't keep slacking off, Finn." He said with a disappointed tone. Professor Jackson was very old, with gray and thinning hair and wrinkled skin. "And how do you think I'm slacking off sir?" I asked, trying to hide my bored expression.

                            Jackson sighed. "Well, you don't seem to care about your classes anymore, you are disrespecting teachers and I just caught you drinking behind the school for the third time this week." he says, then points to the bottle of whiskey I was gulping down moments ago.

                              I tap my fingers against the desk slowly. "Your point is?" I ask, now not bothering to hide how annoyed I am. Jackson picked up the whiskey, threw what remained inside of it outside the window, then dumped it into the trash can that was beside his oak desk.

                               "My point is Mr. Peters, if you continue with your drinking, I will have to report this to the headmaster and you will be kicked out of Travers University for good." Jackson says, almost sadly. Suddenly I actually am worried. I can't go back home...not after what happened with dad.

                                "Sir I promise I won't be drinking anymore." I stand up and say to him. Jackson walks over to the window and stares out. "Let us hope so, Finn."