Date: Thu, 14 May 2020 14:06:05 +0000 From: smokinghenry Subject: Boy in the blazer Gay/Adult-youth The Boy with The Blazer ©Dub May 10, 2020 Please support Nifty, as they support us with the use of their platform. Lot of hard work goes into keeping this platform running and free for you to enjoy. Please donate to Nifty so they can keep this platform for our enjoyment, at : http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ©Dub smokinhenry@protonmail.com The Boy with The Blazer A tale of sharing, and giving, dignity and respect among children. It's a warm summer day, and the heat is unbearable even at ten in the morning. The normal play area of the school during break, was abandoned, no child to be seen on it. The boys and girls opted to eat their sandwiches, lovingly made by their mothers, while sitting under any form of shade they could find. The boys, mostly under the trees lining the sport fields, and the girls under the pavilion, or in the shade that the school building itself provided. Giggles and laughter filled the air as the boys was trying to impress the giggling girls from afar. Here and there a child dares to wonder out into the sun, looking for a friend or a bathroom. In the far corner sat a boy, alone, trying to use what little shade he could get from the billboard standing high up in the air. His eyes darting from one group of children to the next, while wiping the streams of sweat running down his face with the back of his blazer sleeve. Chris is thirsty, but he dares not go to the water fountain fearing the bullying he would receive. The bell rang to signal the end of break. All the kids stood up and walked back to class before the second bell rang for start of third period. The rules are clear, you must stand in line in front of your class before the second bell rings, or face detention on Friday. The scruffy-looking boy in the corner stood up as well. Walking slowly towards the school building, wanting to drink some water before joining the line in front of the sixth-grade math class, but he had one more errand to run before he could have any cold water. He wanted to run, but he knew he couldn't, he'd have to wait for the rest of the students to be back in the building.  0  "Why are you late for class?" The math teacher asked with his deep, baritone voice, "There are five minutes between the bells, so no excuses." "Sorry, Sir." The unkempt young boy answered, "It will not happen again, Sir," the boy said while sitting down in his seat, right next to the teacher's desk at the front of the class. "Chris, right?" The teacher asked but continued before the boy could confirm his name. "Hour detention on Friday, wait it is Friday, so I'll see you this afternoon. Don't be late!" Chris only lowered his head and looked at the wooden desk, old carvings of kids before him looking back at him. He could not help wonder how many of his predecessors had detention on Fridays, seeing that this desk is only reserved for the trouble makers. He didn't notice of the teacher, his mouth still dry, no time to drink water in the bathroom after he ran his errand. A hard slap on the desk and he almost fell of his chair from fright as laughter rang right through the class. They were all laughing at him. "I have asked you three times the answer." The teacher sounded angry, "You can ill afford to daydream, or do you think you too clever for this class?" "No, Sir." Chris said while wiping the sweat from his forehead. "I promise I will not do it again." "Take off that blazer." The teacher pulled on the lapel of the blazer, "No wonder you can't concentrate, you're sitting in a pool of sweat." "Sorry, Sir, I can't." Chris said with a whimpering voice. "Stand up when you talk to me!" The teacher's face was red with anger, "How dare you talk back to me?" "Sorry, Sir." Chris said while standing. "I was not talking back. I just can't take the blazer off." "Don't you smart mouth me, boy." The teacher leaned over and started unbuttoning the blazer "Two hours detention today." "Please, Sir. Don't." Chris pleaded; his eyes filled with fear. "You will NOT tell me what to do." The teacher half shouted at the boy, before he stood back and looked at the boy in shock, standing with the boy's blazer in his hand. "Where is your shirt, why didn't you wear your shirt? Next week detention again. One more hour." Chris started crying as laughter rose uncontrollably from his fellow class mates, his own tears splashing on the tiled floor below him. He wanted to run, but his legs would not move. Instead, his own urine slowly starting to wet the front of his shorts before running down his leg, ending in a big puddle on the floor by his shoes. A boy from the back of the class stood up and started walking to the front where Chris was standing in his own puddle, next to the teacher's desk. The class grew still as they looked at the boy who approached. He was the captain of the first rugby team. Quickly, he unbuttoned his white shirt and handed it to Chris. "I will sit his detention, Sir." The boy said. "Why Robert?" The teacher said looking at the two boys, "What's going on here?" "Sir," Robert started, "Chris comes from a poor family. I have been watching him and his sister every day. They only have one white shirt between the two of them. Today it's her day to wear it." The young man wasn't finished, and he stared into the teacher's face. "Every first break Chris goes from bin to bin, looking for food that others throw away. My friends and I have been leaving him food every day in the last bin. He takes half of our lunches and gives them to his younger sister in grade three before coming to class. That's why he was late. So, Sir, can I please sit his detention instead of him?" The teacher stared back at Chris. Then he walked out the classroom, down the hall, his sobbing clearly heard by the class. The end Please let me know what you think. smokinhenry@protonmail.com