The Fleming's Diary

Day 1

Ring Ring Ring

"Oh, I hate that alarm" Jacob Grunted as he struggles to turn off his alarm.

After the alarm turned off, Jacob left his bed and walks toward his master bath. After taking a quick shower, he changes into his uniform and leaves his bedroom. As he walks through the hall on the third floor, he wonders if his mom still around. His mom rarely sticks around for breakfast. 

Echoes follow his steps as he makes his way down the marble-tiled staircase. After he reached the first floor, he goes directly to the kitchen. Just as he suspects, his mom isn't there. Only a small note and a plate of pancakes. He grabbed the notes, saying that his mother can't have breakfast with him. She has an unexpected meeting with her prospective clients.

"Bollocks! She might be somewhere in Europe right now." He mutters.

Jacob always disliked his mother, moreover after his father's death. He never liked how rarely she spends her time or even care about him. Travelling around the world while his father works hard day and night. She also always get into a fight with his father, literally about everything. There's this one time his father said something bad about the government, how corrupt they are and how he would like to spark a much-needed change, his mother exploded. He never wants to know why.

Jacob sits down and looking at his pancakes. Just before he eats it, he touches the surface of his pancake. It still hot.

"Huh, strange."

"Hello, Mr Fleming." A voice greets him out of nowhere. This managed to throw Jacob by surprise.

"Oh, Lord!"

"I'm sorry, Mr Fleming. I never meant to surprise you. Your mom left early, so I made you your favourite pancakes."

"Well thank you, Mr Henry. Can you just quit calling me mister already?"

"Ehm, as you wish. What drinks would you like to have in this cloudy morning?"

"Hmmm, cloudy as usual huh? I think the milk will be just fine."

"Coming in 2." 

"Mr Henry, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"How does it feels like, freshman year?"

"Well, quite amazing actually. You got a lot of new friends, learn something new. Yeah, school kind of stuff."

"What things are memorable for you?"

"My friends of course! Silly jokes and conversations. The teachers are quite memorable too, to my surprise. But one thing that no one will ever remember is the lessons. That thing will rot as soon as you put that square academic cap." Henry says as he puts down the glass in front of Jacob.

"Well said, Mr Henry." Jacob says, half grinning.

"One thing, Mr Fleming," Henry pauses his sentence, resulting in Jacob twerking his eyebrow.

"Can you quit calling me Mr? That makes me feel old. We're only 10 years apart anyway..."

"Sure, if you stop calling me Jacob."

"Only if, your mother not around. So we have a deal?" 

"Sure." Jacob shakes Henry's hand.

"Good. Enjoy your breakfast, Jacob." Henry leaves the kitchen.

He finishes his breakfast slowly until he watches his watch. The time is 07.49 now. Shocked, he shovelled the remaining pancakes down his throat. He then rushes to his bedroom.