.:F.L. Jackson:.
F.L. had to walk home from school since his older brother needed the car to get to work. He didn't mind walking, it only took him about twenty minutes to get home. Walking up the stairs he paused before he remembered that he needed to check the mail. Taking out his keys he went back down the stairs and opened the mailbox, taking out the few envelopes that were there. He didn't bother looking through it yet and instead choose to head back up the stairs to his apartment. Once he was inside he locked the door and dropped his bag on the dinning room table. F.L. sat down on one of the chairs and looked through the mail. Most were bills while one was addressed to him. Raising an eyebrow he opened it and skimmed through it. It was certainly promising and he had been looking for a chance to get away from his parents for awhile now.








