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JACKSON The noise in the crowd said it all. Why would they make a student a member and head of the board of directors and shareholders? What is wrong with the president? I came forward. “As the new head, you are expected to give a speech.” He informed me. I hadn't even collected the microphone when I started to hear rounds of applause. I had to come up with something, I have always been a smart student anyway. No matter how I criticized the position they were offering me, I accepted it and gave my speech. The crowds joined another round of applause for me. “To this celebration, we also appreciate Jackson for bringing the football medal to Inkstone.” The president relayed. For a fact, I knew it. I knew that part of the reason Inkstone needed me was for football, art, and other stuff I