JACKSON
“Jackson, you are the only good player that Inkstone holds, please partake in the Penalty.” Our coach pleaded with me.
But my whole body hurts, I don't feel great at all. My arms, knees, and muscles ached. I didn't want to cause a loss for the school, so it would be better if I didn't participate.
“And how about we forever blame you for a loss,” Our coach sounded rude. I understand that he was frustrated and wanted to get it off his chest. It was an emotional blackmail.
“Alright,” I said, finally accepting too.
“But, I would not be held accountable for a loss right?” I voiced. I wanted to get it straight.
Despite us being in an open space, the coach poked at me, “There would be no loss,”
I forced myself on the line. I can do it, I believed in myself, I tried to sort for Sar
