Baltimore: A Short Story

It was another day in the city I love. Baltimore. Like any other resplendent city in all of the states. Baltimore has been my only home for years. However, today in Baltimore something felt different. “Ahhh…,” I yawned and moaned as I tried to free myself from my bed sheets. I opened the shutters of the windows to look outside the early sunlight began to creep out as all livelihood of the distant inner city began to awake. “Will, it is time to wake up,” shouted Will’s mother above the staircases. “Yes, mother I am wide awake,” I yelled at the top of his lungs. First things first, I said my early morning prayers in hope for brighter and efficacious day. “Oh Eternal Lord, send down your magnificent glory and protect my footsteps as this bountiful
“No, but I have some errands for you to… um… do today after working at the boys educational school,” he replied cordially. “Go ahead, you can tell me, I will make sure I carry out your orders,” I replied. “Ok, I want you to pick up a package from my colleague, Lewis Richmond estate near the edge of the inner parts of Federal Hill, close to three blocks east from the main harbor,” he said. “Father, what is the package for,” I questioned curiously. “It is the final parts to rebuild the hinges of the fence for our front yard,” my father replied solely. Federal Hill was a expanse and crowded part of the city. Even though it was distant from the Mount Vernon neighborhood of Baltimore, it was marginally convenient, but served as an area for friends to meet. “Uh huh, I almost forgot, if he is not at his estate, tell his slave, Elvira to give you the package, you're the son of Mr. Caleb A. Housley.” “Thanks father, I will complete the task as soon as possible,” I replied gleefully. After finish my breakfast, and enjoying my parents company, I packed everything in my knapsack for the boys educational school. While heading out on my trail to the city, Prince, the affectionate, burly dog was trotting beside me. As I walked, he followed, like an understanding companion. Prince, a middle-aged
“I understand, please, and I beg, take your time,” he said in a queer, trembling voice. “However, I will probably leave my position early next year.” “Just do not worry too much about it, I hope educational board will take time to find a valuable replacement, before the season of autumn.” “Thank you sir, I will keep that in my prayers,” I said as I left the office. After I finished the rocky conservation with Mr. Bowen, through the glass window pane, I could see the boys begin to march past the few buildings. The grandfather clock struck, nine o’clock, the rumble and murmur of boys could be heard. I decided to open the door wide, and sit at my desk. Finally, the stomping and screeching of leather shoes could be heard on the pavement of the pathway, they were here. “Good morning, Mr. Housley” said the group of youthful boys. “Morning to you all,” I said boldly. “I have set up an assignment to be done from the textbook, when you are finished turn it into my desk, and wait at your seat.” “Yes Mr. Housley,” said the group of eager boys. As I went outside to await the other clutter of boys, the buildings began to start-up. “Welcome,” I said to the other group of children. They greeted respectfully in the similar