JACKSON
Eighty Seven.
That was my new lucky number. I had to score a minimum of 85% on the entrance exam, and I’d scored an 87.
I was going to spend my senior year at Blakemore Prep. I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face.
I knew it was going to be the hardest year of my life. I would have to juggle a college level curriculum, soccer, my job, and still take care of my little sister with special needs. I had already informed the hospital that I would have to cut back my schedule to three days a week once the school year began.
I took a deep breath and pulled into the Walmart. I could do it, I just needed to be super organized and disciplined, for the first time in my life.
Blakemore prep also had a uniform dress code. White collared shirts, black trousers, black shoes. T
