NOBODY’S CHILD

"Nobody's Child" Cassie is an eleven year old girl who has been in a children's home since she was four years old. Very bright, Cassie excels in most subjects and can play Brahms and Mozart on the piano at the age of only six. Because of her age nobody wants to adopt her. Mrs Cummings the manager of Auton House is a wicked woman who treats Cassie and the rest in her charge badly and beats her with regularity. One day she is sent to clean out the toilet and bathroom and Mrs Cummings comes along to inspect them. Running a white glove over everything and looking for dirt. When she doesn't find any she then reaches up on the door - Cassie is only three feet six inches tall and was unable to reach up to the top of the door and Mrs Cummings sets about her with a cane. She beats her so badly that Cassie runs at her forcing her back where she hits her head on a wash basin. Cassie in her panic rushes out and runs away.- It is there that she meets Don a ex docker who takes pity on the girl - rea

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The tide was coming in fast now and the water was deep enough to take a boat down river towards the piers at Tynemouth. They carried a small dingy and lowered it over the side near the iron railings Three men got in then paddled towards the blue and white craft. It was only around fifteen feet; it was a converted coble which now had a small wheelhouse built on to it.

It could take up to six anglers and as the skipper started the engine whilst one of the other men came back to pick up the other three men who were paying ten pounds each for a days fishing. They stood there with all their gear and as the boat neared they made their way down the ladder each rod was neatly placed then the tackle boxes took on board before the men sat down and then the crewman of the Sword Fish paddled steadily back to the boat.

The smell of diesel fuel filled the air and it made Don cough; even his Dog who he called “Fart, which was German for father; began to sneeze. The dog was a boxer pup he had been given it by one of his work mates after the death of his parents.’

The dog had been more trouble than it was worth to begin with as he chewed just about everything in the house. “He went to the door to sign for a parcel which actually contained some doggy toys that he could chew on but not cause damage. When he returned Fart had chewed two of the cushions on his chair and left a turd on the floor.

The room was stinking and Don twisted his face up as he opened the window. “Fart he scolded and the tanned coloured pup hid behind the sofa as Don found something to pick up the dog faeces. Don had moved from York Avenue in Jarrow; he now lived in Willington Quay in Wallsend. He had moved there after parents had died. Don had no brothers or sisters. The house on Armstrong Road wasn’t that big and had two bedrooms, but it was big enough for him. There was no back garden to speak of, just a back yard. The staircase leading down to it was steep. Inside of his kitchen was small too with a cooker on the left hand side of the wall. Next to it was a four foot long bench then his sink with cupboard space above and below behind him was two other cupboards where he kept his crockery. Don was a bit of a hoarder and there was more dinner plates than he could handle. As well as that there were umpteen sets of cutlery in the drawers. He had three complete sets of cups and saucers. Next to the drawers was a fridge freezer. Don stocked up from his local Presto of meals for one which he placed into the microwave on the bench each night. His living room had a black PVC sofa and one chair. There was an old fireplace that had been boarded up and an electric fire put in its place and on the mantle were two photos of his parents. In the centre was an old clock that had been passed down. It must have been over a hundred years old because he remembered seeing it at his grandmother’s house when he was about five. It had to be wound up each night but it was a good time keeper.

The television was an ex rental set, it was black and white because the licence was cheaper than a coloured one. On the floor was a hard wearing wool carpet and there was a fish tank in the corner of the room where he kept tropical fish. Don didn’t earn a lot’ he had been a dock worker like his father until it closed then he’d bounced around doing all kinds of jobs- he had a pub called “The Ship in the Hole” at one time it was a pub where men from the Swan’s Shipyard could get a pint after finishing a late shift. Don ran the pub for five years before letting the tenancy go. He now worked in the Gala bingo hall as a checker. He also gave change to those who wanted it and served meals from the cafeteria.

Don was also employed to supervise the slot machines.

The hours were long and the pay wasn’t that good but he had got to meet some nice people over the years. Don was now thirty years old and he thought that he would never get married now. 

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