A/N – This is my attempt at a bigger story.
It's the first week of summer vacation. I don't think summer has ever felt this peaceful. The past year has been one hell of a roller coaster ride to say the very least and I was looking forward to almost three full months of not having to think about my feelings, about my status, about sports, even about Kurt Hummel.
Since this would probably be my last 'real' summer vacation, I slept till noon and spent my days playing Xbox or just veging out on the couch watching TV. It was heaven. But, as they say, there is no heaven on earth.
My bubble was shattered one evening when my father came home from work. I was in the middle of a great game of Call of Duty when my dad stepped in front of the TV screen. Knowing better than to say anything sarcastic, I quickly paused the game and put the controller down.
"David," he started. "You had been doing great this past semester at school. You're grades went back up and that Bully Whips program really straightened out your attitude."
I got a bit nervous at what he was getting at.
"You're not going to spend this entire summer on that couch doing nothing. You're an exceptional young man and have a lot to offer the world." He paused to take some papers out of his briefcase and placed them on the coffee table in front of me. "I'm not saying you have to get a job, but you're going to get out there. Here are some local groups that need volunteers. I want you to pick one and help out at least a couple of times a week."
I stared at the pamphlets. The top one was for a crisis hotline. Just great, I thought. So much for not having to deal with things this summer.
A/N – Yeah, it's short, but this idea has been floating around in my head for about a month. Maybe if I post something, I'll actually get it going. I know where I want to go with it; I'm just working on actually getting there.