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Christian Oesterling

Making up

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Seventeen year old Ben Adams knew he was running out of chances. He needed to remain sober and out of trouble or his probation would get revoked and he would face jail time, at least according to his no-nonsense Probation Officer, Joe Jeeves."It's your choice, Adams," Jeeves shrugged. "Get your act together here and now or face the consequences.""Hey, I'm studying to take the GED and I've still got 200 hours of community service as part of my probation," Ben said defensively. "I owe thousands of dollars in restitution and I can't find work because of my record. Do you think it’s easy?""And whose fault is that? Mine?” Jeeves asked.Jeeves was big and burly, and sitting behind his big, metal grey desk just seemed to make him look bigger. They were in the overcrowded probation office located in the bowels of the Blue County Court House in Greenville.For all his size, he was a nice guy, but his expression when he was being serious could keep Ben in line even better than his threats did. Besides, Jeeves was right; Ben messed up his own life, no one helped him do it."I've been shunned and forgotten," Ben sighed, slumping back in his seat. "A loner with no life.""You get zero sympathy from me," Jeeves replied with another shrug. "But stop by tomorrow and I might have a volunteer opportunity for you."Ben did as he was told, and when he went back the next day, he found Joe Jeeves sitting at his desk with another man as Ben entered the Probation Office at around ten o'clock in the morning."Hey, Ben," Joe said.Ben nodded and took a seat in front of the desk."I want you to meet Dixon Hughes," Jeeves said.Ben glanced at the man and shook his extended hand. The guy looked like the baseball manager Joe Torre."Dix is the director for the fund raising community theatre production of A Christmas Carol," Jeeves explained. "All sorts of folks are in it, including me. Your community service hours will count if you got involved.""I'm looking for an assistant." Hughes voice sounded like sandpaper."Me?" Ben asked with surprise. "I don't know anything about this stuff."The closest he’d ever gotten to theatre production was making fun of theatre kids, back when he was still in high school.
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