You Again

Sport

As I entered the room for my theory lesson I walked right to the back of the classroom and sat in my desk as once again the desk had been vandalised. During the lesson paper planes and crumpled up balls of paper were thrown at me with messages and insults telling me to die and that I don't deserve to live. I ignored these letters as I get them every day and they don't affect me as they once did. I just continued on my work until the teacher kept calling on me to answer questions on the sport we are learning about. After about the 5th question I stood up and left as the teacher yelled at me calling me a no good queer. I walked up to music room that had a year 7 class and miss let me stay as she knew what I go through in my classes and let me use the piano. While playing I was playing a happy cheerful song for the year 7's and they looked at me with awe in their eyes at how well I could play and sing. The year 7's weren't like the year ten's they didn't care that I was gay they only cared about the type of person I was.

I decided to skip the rest of my classes as I was ahead of everyone and just sat in the music room making flyers on my computer for a babysitting job. I was unemployed and was good with kids so I thought about babysitting. I emailed the flyer to the music teacher to print because I had a lower printing budget because I was gay so I only had enough for my school projects. After collecting them all from the library I walked home to add touches to the flyers.

Time skip

I have finished all the final touches on the flyers and have hung them all up around the city. Just as I got home I received a phone call "Hello this is William White how may I help you", "yes I was just calling in regards to a flyers I found about a babysitter, I work a lot and have late hours so I need someone to watch my kids every day after school. I'll pay you fifty dollars an afternoon and any weekend you have to work,"

"I would be happy to work every afternoon for you but you don't have to pay so much, 20 or 30 dollars would do."

"No I possibly couldn't pay you so little, you don't have to worry about money dear I have quite a bit of it so money is no object"

"Okay so when do I start?"

"Tomorrow if that is all right with you."

"Okay where do you live?"

"42 east Manchester Boulevard Southport you can't miss it"

"Okay see you then."

That night I lay awake all night wondering what tomorrow had in store for me.

Authors note:
this address is not real. How are all of you doing today.