Helping Brielle pt. 1
Chapter 1 The bell rang and I gathered my belongings together, shut out the light and locked up my room. It was finally 2:30 on a Friday and I was very much looking forward to a weekend of relaxation. Those are quite rare in my field, and I tend to take full advantage of them whenever I can. My name is Michael Jordan…yes, the same name as the basketball star, but no… I’m shorter, stocky, white, and the only basketball skill I possess is doing decently well in our school’s March Madness pool. Although, I’ve joked with ex girlfriends telling them they can tell their friends they’re “dating Michael Jordan” just to get a few laughs. I’m the high school band teacher in a relatively urban area of the northeast. I mentioned before that I’m …