Neal

Warnings: rated g; nothing bad

Authors note: Sorry it took so long to update, but with testing, posting three stories in one week, going out for the school newspaper (i didn't make it), writing a story for the school magazine, and having boy troubles, i have just about reached my creative max, so please forgive mistakes. This is along authors note, so onto the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: If i owned White Collar, i would own Neal's old anklet prop, but i don't so

.oOo.

Neal couldn't believe it. He didn't know what to do. How could he have been expelled? He had his whole future ahead of him. He was going to go to Princeton. He had was going to be a district attorney. He had always wanted to help people get justice, and he was positive that no matter how good the defendant's lawyer was, he would be able to convince the jury of guiltiness.

Now, what would he do? No good colleges would let in someone who had been expelled in, and how would he get a good job, then? He had no idea what he would do.

.oOo.

Authors note: i know this was short and that Neal probably wouldn't have wanted to be an attorney, but he seems to like working for the FBI, and that was the only job in law enforcement, where he could use his conning skills all the time.