The Truth

3

George was in his English class. George was getting bored of the class since the teacher was just talking about writing an essay about your loved ones or family or anyone that was important in your life to write them a Christmas card.

George sighed as the bell rang, George got up from his seat before he grabbed his book bag to pull it on his shoulder. The brunet walked out of the classroom to start heading to his next class that was work experience for them to know the experience of working.

But, he didn't have a reason to work. His family had some money, not a lot, but enough to pay the bills, and buy other necessary items. He was still in school anyways, he couldn't imagine working, along with the pain of attending School.

The stress of it all made him feel like he was going insane. But, he thought back to the young girl at the cafe, wondering why she was working at such a young age. He didn't know the girl, but he almost wanted to know her. Know what she was going through to have to work, or if she just simply wanted more money for herself to spend.

He sat down in his assigned seat, next to the one person he despised of. Why? Because the guy would never hesitate to make a fool of George; whenever he got the chance.

"So, you like pans, huh?" The guy jokes, grinning and laughing paradoxically.

"You know what's not what it means," George mutters, rolling his eyes in pure annoyance.

"Whatever, pansexual freak. Or whatever you weirdos call it."

"If you have a problem with it, you can just pretend I don't exist! Because I'm clearly not worth your time," George bites back, visibly angry.

"Alright, chill out, dude! It's not that big of a deal, I'm just telling the truth."

"It's not the truth, you only believe that because you're homophobic!" George throws at the other, "I'm still a human being! I'm no different from you."

"You like boys, and how do I know you don't have some sort of attraction to me?"

"How could anyone be attracted to you with how you treat people?" George questions, glaring at the boy, and looking away when the teacher walks in.

George was pissed off from the boy like who he thinks he is for saying weird things that were making him uncomfortable. "Morning, I hope you're having a good day. Today we are going to talk about how we are going to write or preview our resume. When you guys get a job or in case, want to upgrade your job."

George knew this was going to be boring as he watched the teacher start walking around the classroom to hand out the piece of paper to write the resume. "Remember class, it has to be at least reasonable on why you need the job."

George grabbed his pencil out of his bag, tapping it on his desk in thought. How was he going to make this reasonable? As; he has no experience whatsoever with working.

George sighed as he put his name on the paper since that was the first thing to do, George was still confused on what to put, like what is he supposed to put when he doesn't know what it's like to deal with working at all.

Another student raised their hand, and the teacher nodded at them and muttered for them to; 'ask away.' "What exactly should we include in this? I'm having trouble comprehending it."

"This is hypothetical for most of you, but I want you to come up with, or use a real reason for what caused you to apply to whatever job this is. Then, another big thing is to include information that can help you prove whatever point you're trying to prove, for example; Let's say your family needs help paying bills. Tell me how this job will help." The teacher answered, "don't put too much detail into it, most people don't care about a sob story. Keep it short and simple, this is only one part of a resume. Does that make sense?"