CP/TP Story: April FoolsCP/TP Story: April Fools
A sigh escaped April's lips as he ran another log through the huge electric saw in his father's saw mill. Work had never been harder, and he was only doing this because his father needed the help. He was currently taking a graveyard shift, due to his father working all day, while April was sleeping. This was their schedule in the summer, April's father, John, would work in the day, and April would work in the night, along with his uncle James. James, the name caught in his throat like a piece of sawdust. April had always despised James. He was a lying, cheating, aggressive, fifty year old man, who acted as if he owned the world. He was always yelling at April for slip ups, and telling him that he was worthless.
Tonight was another one of those nights. James was always drinking while on the job, and though April never said a thing, he hated the smell of his liquor, and the after effects that it had on James. "Hey,b-boy, you t-there, do your job c-cor