Chapter 2

Chance woke up to someone shaking him, telling him that it is time to get up. He has never had to be waken up before, ever. Granted, he usually woke up because he was cold and wet, because even though he has always worn diapers to bed, they have not always been as good as the ones he is currently wearing, so he often leaked, which often caused him to be up early, which got him used to waking up at somewhere around six every morning, a habit he could not seem to break.

“Mmmm, is it morning already?”

“Yes, sleepyhead, it is. Time to get up and go get breakfast. I also needta stop and change my soggy baby diaper, and I'm betting that you do too.”

“Mmm, yeah, I sure do, I'm so soggy, but these diapers are amazing, 'cause it held it all and I didn't leak.”

“Yeah, they're great, Peter says he gets us about the best he can, and I love them. I'm hungry too, so let's go.”

Chance crawled out of bed, and nearly started drooling at the site of Zayden standing before him in nothing but his super soggy night diaper. Zayden too nearly drooled at the sight of Chance in his super soggy night diaper. They both very much like what they see.

Zayden led Chance in getting into his pajamas, so Chance put on his robe, they grabbed their clothes to take to the change room, so as to be ready to get changed after breakfast, and headed out. This time Chance offered Zayden first change, so he took it, and then Chance went and changed himself as well. While in there, though, and with Zayden's fresh, warm, soggy diaper right there, he could not help himself and picked it up, pressed his face into it, sniffed it deeply, truly taking in all the wondrous scents that are assailing him. He then pressed his lips to it and sucked some of it up, and absolutely loves Zayden's flavour. When he left the room, he joins Zayden, and in just their pajamas, they head to the cafeteria to go get breakfast.

“Mmmm, smells like peaches and cream oatmeal today. I love peaches and cream oatmeal. Granted, I love the apples and cinnamon, and the four berry fruit blend when they do that, but boy is it brightly coloured. They do a fruit one and a plain one every day, and they strongly suggest you have at least one small bowl every day, 'cause it's wicked healthy for us, but I almost always do one large bowl and a bit of something else, usually a hard boiled egg and a piece of sourdough toast or two.” Zayden said.

“Never had oatmeal before.” Chance admitted.

“Really, you haveta try it then, try the peaches and cream, it's so fucking amazing, and they don't even put sugar in it, but it doesn't need it. They don't give us a lot of sugar at the best of times, and even our deserts are made with as little sugar as possible. Usually the weekends we get a little more of a spread, but weekdays it's always oatmeal and eggs and toast, and a few other things, but it varies every day, except the oatmeal.”

“Okay, I'll take exactly what you get then. I'm not really a picky eater, I'll eat just about anything. About the only things I don't like are fish, Brussels sprouts, and almost anything soy.”

“They do some sort of fish just about every day, they say it's healthy for us and that we should eat it, but I'm with you there, I can't stand the stuff.”

“Yeah, I know it's supposed to be healthy, but throwing up isn't, so I'll stay away from it, thank you very much.”

“Same.” Zayden laughed.

The boys joined the queue and dished it up. Before Chance took too much, he deemed it prudent to try some, he had already grabbed a spoon anyway, and he scooped just a little into his bowl and tried it, and loved it, so filled it to the brim, same as Zayden is doing. They each grabbed a hard boiled egg and two pieces of sourdough toast with butter to go along with it, as well as a glass of orange juice and a large mug of tea.

“So, I can't help but notice, that not once has their been a sugary drink here, no pop, no Koolaid, nothing good. Why?” Chance asked as they sat down to eat.

“Already told you, they try not to pump us full of sugar. Peter says that sugar's probably the least healthy thing on the planet that we can actually have legally, so they don't really serve it here. Almost all of our sweets are made using other things, such as honey, or maple syrup, or maple sugar. Lots are even just made with bananas as the sweetener, you'll get to learn all that soon enough. He says that sure, sugar is sugar, and there's no such thing as a healthy sugar, but there are sugars that are better than others at least. We should try and get our kitchen duty at the same time.”

“Oh. But no pop.”

“I went through wicked sugar withdrawal at first when I got here, and like Peter said, that's a pretty good indication that it's not good for you, when you go through the same withdrawal symptoms as people quitting drinking and smoking do, though the sugar was way worse for me. I admit, that is pretty compelling evidence, and at first I was upset, but, you know what, it was only hard for about a month, but a couple months ago, when I went on a rare trip outside the school, and decided to have a pop, I couldn't even drink a quarter of it before throwing it away. I used to drink so much pop it was sick, now I can't even stomach it.”

“Oh. Well, I know sugar's bad for you and all, but that bad?”

“Hard to say, I haven't read the reports, and considering how dyslexic I am, I'm not likely to any time soon.”

“Ah, just a little dyslexic are you?”

“Yeah, just a little. It's so bad that I still can't read past grade three levels. Peter says that's fine, not everyone's destined to be a reader. It's too bad, there's so many books that I'd love to read, because I loved the movies, and everyone said the books were way better.”

“Yikes, that's harsh. I can't imagine how hard that is.”

“No, from the way you made it sound, you're quite smart, probably more so than half of us put together, but that's okay too. Peter says we're all different, we're all special, we're all great in our own ways, and to never be hung up on what we're not great at, but to never stop striving to get better either.”

“That's a nice philosophy.”

“It is. I've gotten better with admitting it, now I'm not nearly so ashamed of it. I'm excellent in other things, so I make up for it.”

“Maybe I'll do some research on dyslexia and see if I can help you to read properly.”

“I'd appreciate that, but if Peter hasn't found anything, I doubt you can.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but he has lots to take his time and concentration, whereas I don't. I don't technically haveta do any more schooling, I'm a hundred percent positive I could pass the grade twelve exams. If I asked to take that on as a special project, how many students here do you think that'd benefit, how much better would my time be used rather than doing something that I already know.”

“Fuck, probably fully half the students here are anywhere from partially to fully dyslexic. I'm the worst, unfortunately for me, but there's a couple more that are just about as bad. If you're right, then I'd say your time would be far better spent researching that.”

“I know I am, so I'm gonna go talk to Peter right now, since he just got here and got breakfast.” Chance said, and before Zayden could say anything, Chance was gone.

“Good morning Peter, mind if I join you?”

“Not at all Chance, have a seat.”

“Thanks.”

“So, did you have a good sleep?”

“Yeah, I did, thanks, and I slept so long I never knew I could sleep that much before.”

“Good, you need it. So, how can I help you today?”

Chance told Peter everything about his and Zayden's conversation, and what all he wanted to do. Peter thought it over for a few minutes.

“That'd be absolutely brilliant if you could help them, even if just a bit. The problem, even though we both know you can pass the tests, that doesn't really matter, I still haveta hand in your reports and whatnot. What that means, is that we can certainly put you on a lesser course load, and you only haveta do the tests and the essays and whatnot, but that'd give you at least a few hours a day to focus strictly on that.”

“I accept.” Chance grinned.

“Good. I think you're smart enough to do it too. I don't know if you can cure something that's not classically a disease, and some doctors argue doesn't even exist, but, as a teacher, I call bullshit, I've seen far too many kids come through here that simply couldn't read, and not because they didn't wanna, they couldn't, like Zayden, he may be one of the worst cases I've had. Even if you can help them add fifty percent to their reading skills, that's fifty percent better than they may ever hope for.”

“Thanks. I'll start today then.”

“You'll likely haveta start tomorrow, today will likely be getting you all set up everywhere and all that.”

“Fair enough. So, have you found any new housing yet?”

“We just talked yesterday afternoon, how on Earth do you think I would've found anything yet?”

“Because I really want you to.” Chance grinned.

“Yes, well, I did do some research last night, and I do, possibly, have a line on three units, but all they have are bathrooms in them, we'd need to build the rest. The good news is, they want them gone, and are gonna give them to me for free, I just haveta pay the moving costs to get them here.”

“When can we get them.” Chance asked a little too excitedly, bouncing in his seat a little even. It is probably for the best that he had already changed his soggy diaper, otherwise with that bouncing, he would have likely squirted pee out of it.

“I don't know, I haveta arrange all that, and then we haveta figure out building supplies and whatnot.”

“Why not get us kids out scouring the neighborhood for things. We can hit the building supply places and see what donations we can get, we can hit thrift stores to see what we can find for free or cheap, hell, we can even hit back alleys to see what we can find for free.”

“It's a good project, and I'm sure several would certainly join you in doing that.” Peter smiled.

“Cool, Saturday sounds like a good day to do that, no one has any schooling they haveta do.”

“You get to arrange it then. I'll figure out some way to get the funds to get the units here.”

“Once more, let me at the man or men in charge of that, and I can guarantee that we get the needed funds.” Chance grinned.

“That, I'm afraid to say, won't work, because it's a female.”

“Fuck that noise, I'm out.” Chance threw up his hands.

“I thought you might be.” Peter laughed.

“Maybe we can canvas the neighborhood for donations as well. There's not lotsa money to be had here, I'm sure, but every penny will help.”

“A vast majority of the teachers will contribute something, as well I'll send an email to all the ex students, we still email all the time, I'll ask for donations of money and building supplies, so that we can do this, and between that and what you kids find, I'm sure we'll manage just fine.”

“Sweet. Thanks. And speaking of sweet, what's this I hear of no fucking sugar, how can you be so cruel.” Chance asked, and though he was teasing, they both knew he was not entirely.

“Easy, I love torturing kids, don't you know.” Peter grinned to Chance evilly.

“Figures, that's sadistic.”

“You only think so now, but as soon as you finish the withdrawals, you'll thank me, you'll be able to focus lots better, and you'll feel way healthier, I promise. I'm sure Zayden told you how he feels.”

“He did.”

“He went through bad withdrawals, he was totally addicted, worse than his other two addictions that I'm sure he told you about. Most aren't that bad, a couple weeks of cravings, a few harder days here and there, but don't cave to the temptations and go and get sugar elsewhere, it'll only make it worse, I promise you. You'll survive and thank me for it. Even though I'm not a doctor, and can't possibly make this claim, I'm a hundred percent certain that better than half the kids' ADHD problems stem from too much sugar, and once they're off it, they can focus so much better, and aren't always so hyperactive. I've seen it so much here, it's not funny, I cut the kids' sugar, and wean them off all those fucking horrible drugs, and they're all way healthier and happier.”

“Fine, I'll believe you, even though I'm not sure I wanna.”

“No, none do, but I promise it'll be far better in the long run.”

“I'm gonna hold you to that. I'll let you eat now, I'm gonna go talk to Zayden some more.”

“Okay.”

Chance headed back and told Zayden everything, and he too is happy with what Chance and Peter had come up with, and vowed that he would absolutely be out there searching as well.

As soon as they finished breakfast, they headed to the change room to get dressed. They left their pajamas in their lockers in there, got dressed, and then Zayden led Chance to his first class, but they are not in the same classes.

The morning went quick for Chance, and he had a pretty good time. He got to know several of the other kids in his classes, and while many of them looked like the thugs you would avoid in dark alleys at all costs, they were really all quite nice. Not one of them treated Chance how he had become accustomed to being treated, like a freak. They never made fun of him because he is smart or because he is gay or because he wears diapers. It was quite nice. He told everyone in his classes what Peter has found, and what they want to do, and, as suspected, every student was fully on board with it, as were the teachers.

Chance even told them, that because he really does not need to do any of the actual schooling, that he is taking on the challenge of finding a way to help everyone with their dyslexia, for those who suffer of course. Once more, all are happy with this.

There are four classes in the morning, with a short break between the second and third, and then they all head for lunch. Lunch is another really good meal, same as the day before, and they all ate well. After lunch, they played for a bit, then headed back for more classes. This time Chance got to really do something, because he had both wood shop and metal shop, and he loved both.

Chance and Zayden went again for diaper changes together, but separate, then went and joined a different craft, this time was painting and drawing. They all had dinner together, then the boys went to the computer lab to play in there, and they played for most of the evening. At bedtime, they went and changed, got into their pajamas, and then headed to bed. Once more, Chance went to sleep quickly, because it had been another busy day, and he really was tired.

The next couple days went the same, and though Chance did start his research, he was mostly just pulling every report that he could find on dyslexia to start, not even reading them yet. There were hundreds of them that he found over the couple days of data mining that he had done. Friday night came, and as promised, it was pizza and movie night, and as Zayden promised Chance, it was amazing. Zayden was also right in that Chance ate so much popcorn that he thought for sure he was going to explode.

After the movie was over, Peter made Chance tell the rest of the students that he had not been able to talk to about his plans, and as Peter knew, every last student and staff was all for it, and happily said that they would join him tomorrow in finding any and all building materials and donations for their cause.

When the boys headed to bed, they changed first, as usual, and then crawled into their beds. It was just then, that Chance realized that not only has he not once thought about sex since his first day, but that he has not even jacked off once either. He petted his little friend, said sorry, but his little friend was content and did not stand up. Chance grinned, liking this feeling.

They had a really good sleep, and then joined everyone for breakfast. As promised, weekend breakfast is an even nicer affair, there is still oatmeal, which Chance and Zane each took some, but only half as much this time, because they each grabbed a toasted English muffin, piled on some bacon, cheese, and a poached egg, then they also grabbed a breakfast wrap, and still a couple pieces of the sourdough toast. They were stuffed by the time they finished, but it had been so good. Already Chance is finding that he is taking a little less at every meal, so that is good, he finally feels like he is being fed.

Once pretty much everyone was done breakfast, because everyone was there, as they almost always are, Peter stood up and got everyone's attention.

“Okay, as mentioned last night, we're gonna go out today and scour the neighborhood for good usable building materials, and or donations to our cause. I was able to secure trucking to get the units here, a kind ex student who has a truck capable of doing so happily agreed to haul them here free of charge. Also, virtually every student who's ever been here's agreed to donate what they can to the cause, some have given money, some have offered materials, some have offered help, virtually all have offered all. Even still, we need more.

“Also, anything we can't use for this project, can certainly be used elsewhere as well, so anything we can get for our other classes will only help as well. We're also getting low on clothes and other supplies that we're always in need of, so I for one will be stopping at thrift stores and sourcing that all out too, but all who can, can probably do the same thing.

“We don't wanna inundate everyone, though, so we'll break up into teams, I figure about ten students and one teacher or volunteer, that way we're also a bit better protected, and we'll all go different directions. We have lots of carts and buggies and dollies here, so every group can get a few I'm sure, since not one of us staff has a car, we haveta use our own feet. That's fine though. So, everyone needs to go get ready to go, who isn't already of course, and then meet back here, and we'll break up into groups.”

More than half the people stayed, because they had already arrived ready, but those who did not, and needed to, went and got dressed, Zayden and Chance of course having to change their diapers. They met back in the cafeteria, and then broke up into groups. Chance and Zayden ended up together, and were with Peter as their adult leader, and nine other students, four boys, and five girls. They all got their directions, and then they headed out.

“There's a building supply place that we should hit, it's only about two or three kilometers from here.” Peter told his group.

“Okay.” They all said. They have four wheeled carts amongst them, so they headed for the nice walk.

As they went, they peered down every back alley to see what all they could find, and there was not much, but a few things. Peter told the kids, that every place they stopped, that he wanted them to do as much of the talking as possible, and that first up would be Chance, because this was all his brilliant idea. He groaned, but said he would do it. They made it to the building supply place in good time.

“Um, hi, is there a manager we could speak to please?” Chance softly asked the person who greeted them.

“That'd be me, how can I help you ladies and gentlemen today.”

“Oh, um, good. Okay, I'm Chance, we're all from the Last Chance school down the road, most of us kids are homeless and were either thrown away or our parents are in jail. We don't have a lot, and most of us live in group homes or homeless shelters. Our school recently got some portable buildings that we can turn into housing for us kids that need it, but they only have bathrooms in them, so we need stuff to make bedrooms as well. We're all out today looking for donations to be able to do that, as well as anything that can be used for in our woodworking and metal working classes. We'll take whatever we can use, pallets, cover sheets, shit materials that you can't possibly sell, but we also need lotsa nails and screws and glues and stuff like that. Would you possibly be able to help us with anything.” He said softly, but clearly.

“You're so young, and you're homeless and at the Last Chance school. Wow.”

“I'm not as young as I look, I'm actually twelve, I just have a growth problem and they're not sure how to fix it.”

“Oh, my son went through that as well. He was almost fifteen before he finally went through puberty, and though he certainly didn't look as young as you do at twelve, most thought he was only ten, and when he was fourteen, he still didn't look that much older. Now, as for materials, we'd be more than happy to oblige. I have a massive stack of pallets that we'd be happy to give you, as well as two large lifts of assorted cover sheets. I also have a whole lift of assorted building supplies that I was gonna donate, because, like you said, they're shit materials that no one will buy, so you can have it all, it sounds like an excellent cause to me. I'll also give you a couple boxes of screws that I'm sure will come in handy, as well as a case of glue. How's your school set up for tools and whatnot?”

“We're decent, but we always need more for our shop classes.” Zayden answered.

“Then I'll give you a good assortment of tools that I'm sure will help. Now, I see you all have carts, but there's simply no way you can possibly take it all with you, so I'll offer to pack it all up and bring it to your school this afternoon some time.”

“You mean it, really, that's amazing, thanks so much Sir. You have no idea what this means to us.”

“Yes, yes I do. I didn't go to Last Chance, but I almost did, I was homeless, my parents were shit, I was on the fast track to either being dead or homeless for life, when a teacher gave me the help I needed, and got me back on track.”

“I'm glad you got helped as well, there's so many of us out there, sadly too many that don't get the help we need.” Zayden said again.

“I agree. Every few months I stockpile pretty much exactly what I'm gonna donate to you guys today, would you like that as well when I get it?”

“We'd love it Sir, we build lots to sell to help pay for our school.”

“Yes, I know, I've bought a couple things here and there, and you kids do some nice work. My dresser came from your school in fact.” He smiled happily.

“Really, that's excellent.”

“Yes, it is, so, from now on, all my materials will go to you guys. I'll have it delivered once we have enough to make the trip worth it, no charge.”

“Thanks so much Sir.” Chance said.

“You're very welcome. When we get there, where would you like my guy to put it, he has a crane on his truck, so he can put it nearly anywhere, as long as it's not inside.”

“Just in the back, there's a covered storage area, there would be perfect, thanks.” Peter said.

“Perfect. Well, I'm sure you have lots more stops to make, I'll have everything delivered to you later.” He said happily, and went and talked to his guys.

“You did incredibly well in there Chance. We got a shit load of material, possibly even enough to do all that we need. That doesn't mean we haveta stop searching though, we'll still need lots.”

“Thanks. It's good we found someone just like him though.”

“In a city this size and this poor, they're not usually hard to find.”

“True.”

They continued their walk, and found a few things along the way. They stopped in at virtually every store, and every time a different student had to tell them who they are, and what they were looking for. Nearly every place they stopped at gave them something, even if it was just five bucks cash, but it ranged from cash to products that would help, and sometimes both.

They stopped at the local thrift store, and loaded up lots of clothes, as well as several other things that they will need, and once more, they explained who they are, and asked for as good a deal as they could possibly get, and so, they ended up with their entire two large carts full of goods for only fifty dollars, which was most excellent, especially when you consider that they had paid solely with cash that had been donated through their mornings collections.

At the thrift store, they managed to find several large rolls of fabric, lots of yarns and threads, as well as other assorted sewing materials, lots of clothes of course, they even found another sewing machine. They found lots of cool little things that the students could use to make things with in their various craft classes, so they have a lot.

By the time they were all getting hungry, every last one of their carts were overflowing, they even borrowed three carts from the thrift store, promising to bring them back, but they all have several bags, and a few other large pieces that had to be carried as well. They looked like a homeless convention, walking back to the school.

Everything was taken and put in the gym to be sorted later, as Peter had told everyone to do, and there is already a most excellent pile of materials. They can see lots of clothes, fabrics, tools, several pails of paint in various colours that look like they were mistints, assorted building materials, lots and lots of shoes, brand new packs of socks and underwear, even several first aid supplies.

They headed to the cafeteria, and met the roughly half the people that had already made it, and they started dishing up, and as they were eating, the other half had come in and started dishing up as well. As soon as they were all finished eating, Peter told everyone that it is now time to go ahead and start sorting everything to where it needs to go. When they made it to the gym, they were shocked at the size of the pile of goods that they had gathered.

“Wow, it's more than twice the size it was when we dropped our things off, and we were a bit better than half way through the amount of people when we got in.” Peter whistled.

“We managed to find lots of really good deals, and received hundreds of dollars in donations, but spent virtually every penny of it too to buy some of the stuff, though well over half our goods were donated as well.” One of the teachers said.

“Same.” Most of the others said.

“We hit the local building supply place and got a pretty good sized load.” Peter said, and told everyone what they had gotten.

“We hit the one that's the other way, and while we didn't get quite that much, it sounds like we maybe got just about as much, and they too are delivering it to us this afternoon some time.” One of the volunteers said.

“Nice, we might just be able to pull this off then.” Peter said happily.

“When are the units being delivered?” Chance asked.

“Tomorrow. Then next weekend several of our ex students are gonna come and get them all hooked up to power and water and sewer and all that fun stuff, as well as get them all set up properly, but, I see no reason why we can't start on basic framing of stuff this week while we wait. Everyone said that they'd start bringing their donations to the cause in this week as well, so we'll haveta wait and see what all we end up getting.” Peter said.

“Awesome.” Chance said happily.

Everyone is just as happy though, because this will mean so much to everyone.

“So, exactly how large are these units, and how many bedrooms will this make?” Zayden asked curiously.

“They're about twenty five meters long, and about four meters wide, and if we do it right, we should be able to put six bedrooms in each, and two beds in each room, so twelve students per unit.”

“That's only a maximum of thirty six students though.”

“I know, it's a start, and I know we all want more, but we haveta be realistic as well. We could make them smaller rooms, go seven, but we also don't wanna cramp anyone too much.”

“Better than where more than half of us are now.” Someone else said.

“Yes, true, but we can still only do so much. As it is, the school board is barely accepting this, we should start slow, and add more later as we can. We're also not working with unlimited space here. We already don't have enough outdoor space, and while these units will be going into the parking lot, since none of us have or need cars anyway, there's not lots of space for that even. It's gonna be tight, and I'm thinking that two of the units, we'll put their doors essentially right across from each other, maybe a meter and a half apart, and create one deck and stairs for that, so as to get them as close together as we can, which will save space and building materials.”

“That's a good idea Peter,” Chance said. “But, really, we're not gonna need that much space. We need two beds and one dresser to share, really. The only thing we'll being doing in there at all is sleeping anyway. I say we make more bedrooms, we could put bunk beds in so that it takes up less floor space. If I remember correctly, a double bed's only about a hundred and forty centimeters wide, the rooms will likely end up longer, so we can easily put the dressers at the end of the beds, and then just leave just enough room for a walkway, say another sixty centimeters wide, so that's pretty near exactly 2 meters wide. Once we get the units, I can go in and measure everything and draw it out, I really loved my drafting and architecture course, and got pretty good at it, so I'm sure I can come up with some good ideas. Without knowing the size of the existing bathrooms, it's hard, but I bet I can fit ten bedrooms, possibly even eleven, and get more people in them.”

“I'll let you come up with a plan, but we'll put it to a vote, all of us. I'll come up with a plan as well, and anyone else who wishes to do so may submit their plans as well, and then we'll all vote on the winning design. I want them to be comfortable though, you kids don't needta be treated like sardines in a can.”

“Yes, well, I don't necessarily identify something as comfortable just because it's spacious. If we do it right, we'll have plenty of room for what we need it to be, and fit at least a few more kids into each one.”

“True, I suppose. We'll still have the dorm inside the school for those who don't mind that, as well as for overflow.”

“Yes, and have you and the others talked about the other thing?”

“Yes, we have, and I think we're pretty near all in agreement, we're gonna do it, and we won't even bother asking permission. I realized after we talked, that not one inspector that's ever come through was the same as the previous one, and not one of them ever actually looks at anything, they rush in and out as fast as they can, so, I doubt anyone would even notice.”

“Good. There's another area in the school where I was thinking that we could easily put several small bedrooms. That large unused space in behind the gym, well, it's right next door to the change rooms there, and well, there's lotsa toilets and showers and sinks, which I think constitutes all that we need. I remembered seeing it briefly when you took me on the tour, but Zayden and I went and looked at it yesterday, and it's just a large seemingly useless hall, and the only thing we'd haveta do is take out the lockers and bang up some more rooms. It's nice, because there's windows on that wall above the lockers, so we can even get natural light and everything. I bet I can fit another ten or more rooms right there, they don't haveta be physically attached to the building, and the entrance to the change rooms is right fucking there.”

“I know the area of which you speak, and I agree, I even thought of using that area once, because it'd be perfect. In the meantime, though, we have a shit load of stuff to sort through, and we likely won't even be finished by the time that the rest of the stuff gets here. So, let's get cracking boys and girls.”

As they went, they kept finding cool things that the other groups had found, things that would make their lives far easier, or help with their endeavor a lot. The only thing that they had not one of, that Chance knew they desperately needed, were doors. Granted, he only found one door handle as well. There was tonnes of really great supplies for making all sorts of cabinets, some they could use, some they could sell.

Then Chance also realized, they were likely to need at least a couple hundred square meters of insulation for the walls, because he wants the rooms to be at least a little private, and they had nothing for that either. Chance kept adding this all up in his head, so that he could call around on Monday and see who he could get to supply all that, as well the rest of the supplies that they will need, for there will still be lots.

Chance also decided to put ads on the local websites asking for construction materials and cash donations for their school, as well list many of the things that they have for sale, because there were dozens of pieces in the shops and craft rooms, and even the lockers they will tear out, that could be sold to generate some income to help pay for the rest of the stuff that they will need to buy. As they were working, he talked it over with Peter, and he said that that was a great idea as well, that they may as well hit every possible angle to make this work, since they really do not have enough money for everything at the best of times.

Because there are windows in the back of the gym, where they are working, that look right into the area where the lumber yards had been told to drop their stuff, they saw when the first one was dropped off, this had no pallets, so it must have been the other yard first. But then, not even fifteen minutes after that truck left, the other showed up as well, but it too had no pallets on it. Then, about another fifteen minutes later, the first truck came back, probably over loaded with not only pallets, but other assorted lumber too. Then, ten minutes after he left, the second truck came back a second time as well. Well, now they are are truly curious, and even though they are not actually finished in the gym yet, they all went out to look at it all.

“Holy shit, that's a lot of materials.” Chance whistled.

“I'll say. Did you guys get doors, because we didn't.” Peter asked, for there are six doors stacked on one lift of sheet goods.

“No.” The volunteer said.

“There's a letter on here, as well there's several boxes.” Chance said, and then grabbed the envelope.

He took the few seconds to read it, then told the others what it says.

'Hi guys, as promised, here are several things that will hopefully make your lives just a little bit better. We're happy to help. While they were pulling all the things, I went through the store and found several other things that haven't sold in forever that I thought might come in handy. There's a few doors, though not likely anywhere near enough, but at least it's a start I'm sure. There's a couple boxes with the tools I was able to donate, but then there's a few boxes with miscellaneous hardware that might just come in handy. Not much, nothing will match, none of it in spectacular condition, but I'm sure it'll be all you need. I also put a call into my head office, and asked them to send me anything of that nature next week for your cause, I know they're getting stuffed to the rafters with all sorts of things that they can't sell, so, as soon as it arrives here, I'll sort it out, and send over the stuff I know you can use, and then donate the rest to a local charity. I even sent emails to several of my suppliers asking about donations of materials to you guys, so, I'll send over what we can, again, some time next week. I also took up a collection amongst the employees, and we were able to send over a couple hundred dollars extra for you all. Most of my people came from the same background, so we all understand the need for what you're doing, and we all wish you the very best. Please come see us again when you need stuff, as well, I will remember to collect all our pallets and sheet goods for you guys, since you are an incredible asset to our poor city.'

Well, Peter was nearly crying from that, and Chance handed over the money. Chance went and opened the boxes, and found all the tools. A few small power tools such as sanders and rotary tools, but mostly hand tools, such as hammers, chisels, tape measures and the like. There was an entire box stuffed with various sand papers and glues, and then there were the hardware boxes. They were too heavy for Chance to lift, so someone had to help him, but when they opened them, they found a huge assortment of hinges, slides, handles, knobs, screws, nails, and virtually everything else that a hardware store would carry. Chance smiled and said that they can certainly make good use of that.

They took the stuff inside that they needed to, and continued sorting and putting away everything that was still in there. Most of the things outside could just stay there, it is in a covered area, and will not be harmed.

By the time dinner time rolled around, they were all done, and they were all happy with the results. Zayden and Chance had also both started leaking, and though several of the others had noticed, they said nothing, knowing that the boys would not mind. Though neither really has ever said so, they all know the boys love their diapers. When they went to change, Chance offered Zayden first change, and once more, when Chance saw Zayden's super saturated diaper when he went in, he could not help but to open it up, sniff it, taste it, savour it.

After dinner, they all relaxed and played, though half the adults and kids went home, but they were all back first thing the following morning.

Chance got permission from everyone to sell off all their projects, no one claimed to need anything that they had made recently, and so, he used one of the schools cameras to take pictures of everything, and then he spent a solid two hours on the computer, typing up the ads for everything.

Just as he finished up the ads, the truck driver arrived with the first unit, and so Peter went and met him and told him where it is to be parked, so he put it in place, and said that he would be back in an hour with the next, and he was, which he put right next to the other one, so that their doors were facing each other, and only just barely a meter and a half apart. An hour later, and their last unit had arrived, and he had it offloaded.

“Now, Peter, in this last unit, they had a shit load of materials that they wanted to get rid of, so I had them put it all inside. There's probably every bit of a hundred two by fours, most of them were twelve footers, sorry, three and a half meters, I forgot you're all abut the metric, but most of the ends were chewed up a bit, but should work perfectly. There's also about a dozen doors, but no jambs, but I figure you can build those easily enough yourself, there's several bags of insulation, most of them look as if they were used, but that should help. There's also a couple dozen assorted door handles and whatnot too. There's even shit loads of electrical and plumbing supplies. He asked what all this was gonna be used for, and so, I told him, and told him that if he had anything else that he needed to get rid of that you can use, he was welcome to do so, and he sure seemed to be. It sounds like they build these units, and these came back to them after several years of usage, because whoever bought them didn't finish paying for them, but that he simply didn't have the space. He has another two coming, and so I already told him I'd come pick them up as soon as they arrived, and to call me. I didn't think you'd mind.”

“Wow, really.” Was all Peter said.

“Yep. Man, sure wish we had've done this when I was here, would've made life so much easier, but, I guess I turned out okay, I have a very successful trucking company now, ten employees working for me, and I started so deep in the gutter I couldn't see fucking daylight.”

“Yes, well, it's amazing how much better kids do when you don't treat them like freaks, even when we are.” Peter smiled warmly.

“And you proved that time and time again. And here, I know you never have enough, so this is for your project.” He said, handing over an envelope. “Most of it's from me, but I also collected from all my people, there's almost three thousand dollars in there, I'm sure it'll get put to good use.” And before Peter could react, he was already jumping back in his truck to head home.

“That's fucking amazing.” Chance summed it up pretty well.

“Yeah. And you kids get two more bunk houses, and with everything else we've got coming, and with all that we already have, I think we might just be able to make this hair brained scheme work.”

“That's fucking awesome, because with that, and what we do inside, I think we might just be able to fit every student who wants to live here now. I've already got some plans in my head, all I haveta do is draw them out now. Of course, I welcome everyone to either draw up their own plans, or give me your ides as to what you'd liketa see, and I'll incorporate them into mine as best as possible.”

“Awesome.” Everyone said pretty much as one.

Not one student desired to draw up his or her own plans, but they all came and told Chance their ideas. Some he thought were great, others he was not sure could work, but he would give it his best. Not every unit has to be exactly the same, and they should not be, really, so he should be able to do it all fairly easy.

For now they are just using step ladders to gain access inside the units, and because they have only looked at one, they have no idea if they are all the same or not inside, and as it turns out, they are not. Two of the units were clearly meant as men's bunk houses, because the bathrooms had four toilet stalls, four urinals, six shower stalls, and six sinks, whereas the other was clearly a female one, because it was the same, except six toilet stalls and no urinals. Otherwise, they are all pretty near identical inside, other than colours on the walls, but even the floors are the same. Chance nodded and said that he can certainly work with this. Even though there are several girls in the school, the boys do outnumber them by about three to one, so there would certainly be more usage for the boys quarters.

The next few days went by quickly for all. Chance, though, was probably the busiest of them all, and he was loving every second of it. He now felt that he truly belonged somewhere and doing something great. He did not need to do any of the actual schoolwork, of course, and had even asked Peter to arrange to have him take the tests, and he is going to do so, but they have to wait. Not only is he doing massive amounts of research into dyslexia and how to help all his fellow students, but he is checking and answering emails almost ten times a day, since he has the most amount of time to do so.

Chance has managed to secure many sales, as well as donations of both money and materials, and has arranged for everyone to pick up and or drop off at the school. He managed to get really good donations from two different insulation companies, more than enough to do all that they need, and then some, and from the charity used building supply store he got more doors and lots more hardware secured, and they too agreed to deliver it free of charge.

Every afternoon, instead of doing crafts and free time, virtually everyone has been helping where and how they can on their new housing. Chance had drawn up the plans, that he had come up with in his head, on Monday morning, Peter got his done Monday afternoon, and then, at dinner time, they put their plans up on the board for everyone to look over and see what they like. It was, hands down, a landslide victory for Chance, his designs were perfect for what they need, and though compact, will give everyone space of their own, well, in pairs. Peter even liked Chance's designs for all the student housing and the staff housing better than he liked his own, and he laughed, saying that at the start he felt that he would have won that contest, but, in the end, there simply was no contest.

They got started on the stuff inside the school first, since that will be easier right now, and likely pretty quick too. By the weekend, with two teams working, one at each location, they had everything fully framed in, and a good start on the skinning of the walls and insulation being put in. Even though no one figures that they really need it, they are adding electrical outlets into each room as well, so that it is there, since they already have to wire in lighting, they may as well do so. They are only getting everything run, but nothing is being connected as of yet, Peter says the electrician will have to do all that, so they made sure to have all that done well before he shows up on Saturday, and they did.

They did still do their customary Friday night pizza and movie night, because everyone did need a good rest, but they all feel good about what they are doing too, so there has been no complaints or fighting back because of the amount of work that they are doing. Pretty much every last one of the kids are incredibly good with their hands, so they are helping a huge amount.

A good crew of people showed up on Saturday and Sunday, and they got the units all leveled out and on blocks, got skirting put on them, even built the decks with the stairs, and helped a bit inside, and got the inside dorms all taken care of. The plumber, gas fitter, and electrician also got everything all done up nice and safe like, and everything is now fully functioning.

This next week they broke into three teams, one in each unit, and each unit is getting a slightly different floor plan, so they all have their plans, and are working feverishly to get them all done, so that everyone has a place to call home. Of course, they still need to make all the beds and dressers, but they are not all that worried about that right now, everyone has a place to sleep, just not necessarily where they want to, so they do have some time. They still need to find somewhere to get all the mattresses, and while they have thousands to spend on all that, they are hoping to find someone who will donate a good portion of that as well.

They already got lots and lots of blankets and sheets from the various thrift stores, but they know that they are going to need more too, and most of the kids want to try making their own patchwork quilts, so that will be their next big project in crafting. They have lots of stuffing for pillows, so they will each get to make their own pillow as well.

By the end of the weekend, they had all the bedrooms built, now all they have to do is fill them up. Chance started searching for mattresses that would suit their needs, and while he would pay, if he had to, he did not want to, and he and Peter ended up taking most of the following Monday to search out every mattress store in half the city, but, by the end of the day, they managed to secure enough mattresses for everyone, not just what they have now, but for every bed that they will need, plus a few extra, so that was good. In the end, they ended up paying just shy of two thousand dollars for them all. They will all be delivered over the next week as they have trucks out near the school, since they did not want to make special trips, otherwise they really would have to charge for that, and Peter and Chance were okay with that.

Before he knew it, Chance was at the school for two months, and he was doing great. He has barely even thought about sex, or sugar, he is doing exceptionally well in every regard, he passed his grade twelve exams with flying colours, and they finished all the beds for the bedrooms that they have made already, though they got word that their next two units will be delivered this weekend, and so Peter called and asked the guys to come out once more to do the work to get them set up, and everyone was more than happy to help. All the teachers and students went on another trip into the city to get more donations, on the Sunday that their units were delivered, but they made sure to hit other places, and once more, they did exceptionally well. They do not have as many building supplies this time, but they have lots more craft supplies of virtually every sort, as well as so much stuff that they always need lots of.

The crews came again the following weekend and got the last two units all done up, and now the teachers and kids get to get them all finished. It is perfect timing, because they had finished the required beds for in them as well. Because Chance and Zayden had already had a place in the school, even though it was in the main dorm, and no privacy whatsoever, they had offered up all the new spaces to those who wanted to come live at the school, rather than the group homes and half way houses that they had been living in. Of course, it is not what the boys wanted, but they knew it was the right thing to do. So far they have not moved their relationship to the next level, and though they have never said so, they really already are boyfriends. They do everything together that they can, and though they are not yet allowed to change each other, they go for soggy bum changes together every day.