Honestly dress codes still just shock me sometimes like some girls have to get permission to cut their hair and a girl shaved her head to donate it to charity for kids with cancer and was suspended until her hair grows back to a long enough length

A girl in my class was dress coded bc she wasn't allowed to wear a pair of jeans with the blouse that she was wearing and I was once dress coded bc when I put on my backpack it pulled my shirt up and you could see a little bit of my stomach before I pulled it back down

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Gee yawned as he woke up. I got his teeth brushed and sat him down at the table in a rush. I got dressed into my work uniform before I handed him a cup of yogurt. Gee looked at it and turned the cup over, letting the yogurt splat onto the table. I sighed quietly as he scooped the yogurt off the table and into his mouth.

The doorbell rang and I hurried to open it as Gee whimpered in fear. Jamia stood on the front porch and I let out a small sigh of relief as I ran my hand through my brown hair.

"Oh good, I'm running late," I said, pulling her into my house. "Alright, Gee, this is Jamia, Jamia, this is Gee."

"Hi, Gee," Jamia said.

Gee looked up a t her shyly before scooping more yogurt off the table.

"Gee, I have to go to work so she's going to watch you while I'm gone," I said. "As soon as the clock on the oven says the number four then I'll be on my way home, okay?"

Gee nodded, poking the yogurt.

"He should be fine with just his lamb," I said. "He'll eat pretty much anything but he's a little bit peculiar of his food and the way he eats. He's scared of the tv and alarm clock and the oven and the doorbell and microwave and radio. Anyways, just keep him here and occupied, I'll be back later."

"Alright, I'll see you later," she said.

"Bye, Gee," I said before I left.

I got into the car, hurrying down to the shitty McDonald's that I worked at. I clocked in, grabbed my apron and hat.

"You're late," Ray said.

"I know, trying to get other people up in the morning is a lot more difficult than it sounds," I said.

Ray didn't question me as I went over to the window, putting my headset on. The day dragged on until finally I was able to go home. Gee smiled, running over to give me a hug.

"You've been gone for so long!" He exclaimed. "I missed you so much!"

"How was he?" I asked Jamia.

"He was fine, there was a bit of crying and he threw a little fit but he's fine," Jamia said. "You were right, he's really the sweetest person I've ever met."

I smiled, looking down at Gee.

"Were you sweet for Jamia while I was gone?" I asked.

Gee smiled proudly and nodded.

"Good, did you have fun?" I asked.

"Yeah, Jamia taught me how to make a puzzle," he said. "It was hard, it made my head hurt."

I smiled, giving Jamia a hug.

"Thanks for watching him," I said. "Do you think I can pay you for the week on friday?"

"Yes, of course," she said. "Seriously, Gee is such a sweetheart."

I gave him a hug and smiled.

"Are Evan and the boys still coming over?" She asked.

"No, I postponed band practice because I didn't know how Gee would feel about having so many people in the house with really loud instruments playing," I said.

"Maybe you can show him your guitar first to see how comfortable he is with it," Jamia suggested.

I nodded and looked over to where Gee was on the floor playing with his lamb.

"Frank, can you afford to support both you and Gee?" Jamia asked.

"I don't know," I mumbled. "I was hoping that maybe I could just pick up extra shifts at work. And who knows, maybe the band will take off and then I can try and get some money from that."

"The band won't take off if you keep postponing practice," she said.

"I know, I just wasn't expecting Gee to come into my life," I said. "But once his family comes to get him then he'll be gone and out of my hair so someone else can take care of him. Do you want some coffee?"

She nodded and I poured both of us cups of coffee.

"So when are they coming to get him then?" Jamia asked.

"I don't know, they don't know who his parents are, Gee doesn't even know who he his, he doesn't know his first or last name, only his nickname," I said. "They're going to put posters and notices out for a boy with dark hair and hazel eyes who was kidnapped nineteen years ago."

"How long do they think it will take?" She asked.

"They have no clue really," I said. "They're hoping that the family didn't give up on finding him and decide to move away to get away from this town where their baby was taken. And it has been nineteen years, that's almost two whole decades so they think that they have given up and moved away, most families usually give up after one year."

"Well, even if he does stay here then maybe we can give him a great life," Jamia said. "Gee was telling me about the funny house and it sounded awful."

I glanced over at Gee sadly as he sucked on his paci.

"I feel really bad for him," I mumbled. "He doesn't even know that he was kidnapped at all. He just thinks that he was always living with some creepy guy. At least the doctors told me that he wasn't sexually assaulted or anything like that. They aren't even sure just why he was kidnapped if it was for no reason. Gee was apparently just kept in a room and was fed and that's the only thing that happened."

"So he wasn't raped or beaten or forced to work or anything?" Jamia asked.

"No, he was perfectly fine other than being malnourished," I said. "Most kidnapping victims have severe depression and PTSD but he doesn't. They're thinking maybe stockholm syndrome but they aren't sure that they can count it as stockholm syndrome because Gee wasn't just kidnapped and learned to love his captor because he was only a baby so he doesn't know anything else."

Jamia reached over to gently squeeze my hand.

"Frankie, what are you drinking?" Gee asked as he walked up to me, clutching Sebastian to his chest.

"It's coffee," I said.

"Can I try?" He asked.

"Oh, Gee, I don't think that you'll like it," I said.

Gee gave me a pleading look and I handed him the cup to let him take a sip. His face scrunched up and he turned it over to spill it on the kitchen tile.

I sighed. "No, Gee, you don't do that if you don't like something."

I grabbed a rag, cleaning up the mess on the ground. Gee looked up at me with big, watery eyes.

"A-Are you gonna cry?" I asked. "Oh, please don't cry."

"I was a bad boy," he whimpered.

Gee burst into tears, going to run back into the bedroom.

"Fuck...what just happened?" I mumbled.

"I don't think he likes getting in trouble," Jamia said. "Anyways, I have to go now but I'll see you tomorrow."

She gave me a hug, kissing my cheek before she left. I went back to the bedroom, opening the door to be find a little circle lump underneath the blanket in the middle of the bed.

"Are you okay, Gee?" I asked.

I sat down at the foot of the bed, looking at the lump in the bed.

"Can you please come out?" I asked.

Gee whined, soft, sad whimpers leaving his mouth. He pulled the blanket off his head and looked at me with tears running down his cheeks.

"It's okay, Gee, I'm not angry with you," I said.

"You aren't?" He asked.

"I'm not," I said. "But you can't dump food everywhere, okay?"

Gee nodded and crawled over into my lap. He looked up at me, his eyes big and watery. Gee wrapped his arms around me and buried his face into the crook of my neck. I rubbed his back gently as he cried softly.

"P-please don't cry," I whispered. "I promise that I'm not mad at you and you aren't a bad boy."

"P-Promise?" He whimpered.

"Yes, of course," I said.

Gee pulled away and I smiled.

"Guess what, I think that I have some toys from when I was younger," I said.

I went to my closet and pulled the box from the shelf. I dug inside of it and found random junk that my mom shoved into a box and handed me when she decided to turn my room into a craft room. There were some old baseball trophies I won, action figures, t-shirts, books, bent up cards, an old gamecube controller and a gameboy color. At the bottom I found some toys from my very early childhood and smiled.

"Look, here's some stuff for you to play with other than Sebastian," I said.

"But I love Seb Seb," he said sadly, hugging his lamb.

"I know you do but I have some other things to keep you company and entertain you," I said.

I handed him some toys and he looked at them curiously.

"Did you have fun with Jamia?" I asked.

"She's nice," he said.

"Good, I'm glad you like her," I said. "Do you want a snack?"

Gee nodded and I sat him on the couch. I got him some orange slices and sat beside him, watching him eat them carefully.

"You're dressed silly," he said.

"This is my uniform," I said.

"Unicorn?" Gee said.

I chuckled softly and shook my head.

"No, sweetheart, uniform," I said. "This is what I wear to work so people know that I'm an employee."

Gee looked confused but didn't say anything.

"What's that?" He asked, pointing to my nametag.

"This is my nametag," I said. "I wear this so that way people know what my name is."

Gee frowned softly, sighing dramatically as he laid down with his head in my lap.

"I don't like it here," he mumbled. "I wanna go back home."

I frowned softly as I ran my fingers through his hair. He shouldn't want to go back home to that place, I wanted him to be happy here.