Rush Around The Clock

Copyright © Silvia Violet 2014. All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Totally Bound Publishing. Finn McMurphy sat on his front porch grading an abysmal set of essays written by his music appreciation students. Some of them didn't seem capable of writing a complete sentence despite having made it to eighth grade in an elite private school. He sighed and gazed out at his sunny yard. Daffodils, irises and his two lilac bushes were blooming, and he wished he could enjoy the beautiful spring weather. He'd thought working on the porch would at least make him feel as if he were taking part in the season rather than ignoring the beauty around him to grade homework. Perhaps the spring air would even help him psych himself up for rehearsals for the musical his principal had asked him to put together at the last minute. He'd wanted to say no, to explain how busy he already was, but he knew the man was looking for any excuse to get rid of him. The principal detested that Finn was openly gay. He didn't want him influencing students with his wicked ways, but the school's board members weren't willing to back the principal in getting rid of Finn without just cause. Not because they were concerned about Finn's feelings or his right to a job no matter his sexual orientationthe board just didn't want to deal with a scandal. On the whole, the parents at Langston Academy weren't as liberal as the average Asheville citizens, but there were plenty of families who'd raise a fuss on Finn's behalf, thank goodness. Finn sighed. He was going to make the musical work even if it killed him. He wasn't about to let that smug blowhard of a principal have anything to hold over him, but it meant working even harder for no more compensation. He already had to teach private lessons and play at weddings and other special occasions to make ends meet. He was still paying off medical bills from his mother's long illness, and he was determined to hold onto the house he'd grown up in. He reached down absently to pat Yip, one of the ludicrously spoiled Yorkies he'd inherited when his mother passed away. He scratched her ears as she pawed at Finn's leg, begging to be held.

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