Jackson
Blakemore Prep was an intimidating looking gothic building complete with gargoyles on the roof. It looked completely out of place in the surrounding landscape. I had dressed in my best clothes, a pair of black slacks, a white dress shirt, and my dad’s power tie. I tugged at my collar nervously as I climbed the steps to the double doors on the front of the building. Luckily the school had closed for the summer, so there were no students on the premises, just teachers and administrators finishing up their end of the year duties. I made my way to the main office and gave the secretary my best smile. “Hi, I’m looking for Principal Northman?”
She looked at me over the top of her bifocals, “Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes ma’am.” I nodded, “For twelve-thirty. I’m a few
