Each year the village put on a fundraiser for children in need and when that day came, we all pulled our weight to make this a show stopping event that could help in saving the lives of so many starving and beaten children.

It was never enough to be part of this event, no our fundraiser had to be the best, it had to top all others and go down in history. So, that's why this year we were doing a talent show with a twist.

This twist was the fact that instead of simply having those we know perform their hidden talents before our very eyes, they disguised themselves as famous celebrities and performed as if they were them. This added a whole other dynamic because not only did secret talents get revealed, but it provided a sense of mystery, as the audience and judges guess which familiar face performs right in front of them.

I was in this very show, just something about being able to express myself through another persona felt fulfilling to me. I was of course Frank Sinatra, something about his music made me feel calm and relaxed, whether it was his soothing tone or blend of jazz, pop and swing, I really will never know.

The reason I was taking part in this show was to demonstrate to my students that despite what ever life throws at you with sheer determination and confidence, you can strive to get back onto the path of life.

I was standing in the staff room, where I would normally be drinking coffee, planning next lessons, discussing both personal and work related topics with my fellow teachers. Today, however, I had a small glass of lemonade and was talking to librarian Mr George Ainsley, while I waited to be called onto stage.

The library in which Mr Ainsley worked was built way back in the 1800's, the structure itself now falling apart, much alike the man himself, Ainsley's wrinkled complexion, arched wooden cane and stern right posture, suggested he was beyond the period of the library itself.

He had been asking me whether I enjoyed my job or if it was just for the pay.

"Of course that's easy" I turn round and say.

"I love my job, seeing my pupils head of into their future life's is such a sensational feeling. It makes me feel as if I have helped to impart wisdom on to all those that enter my class. I know of course I don't have the most popular of subjects, geography, but with me I offer the students a break from lectures and presentations, providing them with unique ideas to help share my passion for the world."

"Geography, is this a common interest of yours." Ainsley asks in his classic tone with a hint of higher status, that he always seemed oblivious to.

"Of course, geography is such an intriguing subject, you can learn about the natural elements of the world, as well as the societies and people that live within it.  It also incorporates science, history and many other subjects all into one. It is of course not for everyone, it requires a lot of knowledge, data and concentration. Many students these days are keen to express themselves, exploring their creativity. But, I for one love this enriching feeling of facts and figures filling up my mind. It's like a heaven for me."

After our  chat, I wave goodbye to Mr Ainsley and begin to mingle with the other acts.

As, I do so, I see Betty, the Baker, the big giant, huggable, lovable, Teddy bear. She was great for moral support when you needed it, like right now when I was about to go on a stage and sing my own original song in the style of Frank Sinatra, all in front of hundreds of people, some of whom I don't know.

I begin to walk across the room, towards her, but as I do so, I see out the corner of my eye a familiar face sitting alone in the corner of the room, crying. Clive Forsham, I knew how much he was disliked, but never did it cross my mind that they saw him as a lesser being and never did I think they would go as far as to ignore his cries for help.

I change my course, focusing my attention and drive now on comforting poor Mr Forsham.