JACKSON
It’s been months since I graduated from Inkstone Academy. I grabbed my jacket, my case, and my car keys.
Igniting the engine, I began to spin the wheel in whatever direction I was going. Shortly, I arrived at Inkstone, and then to my office.
Though I didn't take the offer of being a lecturer and continuing to lead the board, one thing I couldn't ignore was the football team.
It was something I have loved doing all my life, something I was good at, and something I could use to ease off.
“Good morning, Sir.” One of the students in charge of my office greeted me as he arrived to help me out in arranging it. I acknowledge him.
I knew very soon that Maya would be here. For some reason, a lot of unnecessary delays have been causing us not to get married, and I wonder if it was th
