08-17-2015, 09:20 PM
Keith closed the door behind him when Aaron was fully out the door. He sure hoped the male had figured something out for himself while that had given the older coach a little more time to try and focus on his sets of woes. He left his office shortly afterwards, hopping into his back truck, and driving off for his house for the remainder of the day. There were a lot of fortunate opportunities for him. One of these opportunities was the fact that he had a house all to himself. Keith was living on family land, so while he was out in school, his parents were putting a house together for him, a place for him to at least have in the event he did not get further anywhere else. He had plans to eventually leave however. If anything, the house would be a nice summer home.
The second opportunity was the fact that the entire three story suburban home was his alone for the time being. His parents assumed he would have eventually married some woman, something he considered as well until now, but regardless of the matter, nobody else lived with him. He kept in contact with his parents, who were only thirty miles away, enough to warrant them not to pry into his personal space and life except on certain occasions. So when he pulled into the four-year house, he was expecting to be alone and greet nothing but the sounds of nature outside in the country. That was exactly what he was given too, especially when he entered inside the house. It was just him and all that wonderful space.
His third opportunity was the clothing line he was beginning to develop. His teaching position was only getting him by so far and he did not want to be a person that would eventually need to take on another job or work in a firm with his parents. He wanted to branch out a bit further and unlike Aaron, he did enjoy his passion for sports. What better a way to help give back even more by starting a production company? That was how companies like Under Armour and Nike branched out further. He had the teachings and the imagination and so far he was starting small, designing shirts and creating his own label. Keith stared out at a few boxes of clothing already prepared to be shipped to a few schools around the state.
It seemed he was well off indeed, yet he wanted more. Maybe that was why he was a drunken mess that night, perhaps disguising it as a good time gone bad to delude his mind, to ignore having to be forced to live to a certain standard because everyone around him held him to a certain standard. He sighed as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass to pour himself some water. He took the green jacket off and placed it on a chair. He drunk the water down, bit by bit, as his mind thought of what he was going to fully do all while he made his mind set on what he was going to prepare for dinner. When it was late at night, the male relaxed on the couch rather than going upstairs to lay down. Eventually he was going to have to bring it down into the only bedroom downstairs and hopefully he would do it soon before he got any bigger. He closed his eyes, resting for the night.
When the morning arrived, he awoke to take a shower and prepare breakfast before making his way to the school as his usual routine dictated. He would be there waiting for Aaron when he would eventually return with a decision on what he wanted to do with his own set of choices.
The second opportunity was the fact that the entire three story suburban home was his alone for the time being. His parents assumed he would have eventually married some woman, something he considered as well until now, but regardless of the matter, nobody else lived with him. He kept in contact with his parents, who were only thirty miles away, enough to warrant them not to pry into his personal space and life except on certain occasions. So when he pulled into the four-year house, he was expecting to be alone and greet nothing but the sounds of nature outside in the country. That was exactly what he was given too, especially when he entered inside the house. It was just him and all that wonderful space.
His third opportunity was the clothing line he was beginning to develop. His teaching position was only getting him by so far and he did not want to be a person that would eventually need to take on another job or work in a firm with his parents. He wanted to branch out a bit further and unlike Aaron, he did enjoy his passion for sports. What better a way to help give back even more by starting a production company? That was how companies like Under Armour and Nike branched out further. He had the teachings and the imagination and so far he was starting small, designing shirts and creating his own label. Keith stared out at a few boxes of clothing already prepared to be shipped to a few schools around the state.
It seemed he was well off indeed, yet he wanted more. Maybe that was why he was a drunken mess that night, perhaps disguising it as a good time gone bad to delude his mind, to ignore having to be forced to live to a certain standard because everyone around him held him to a certain standard. He sighed as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass to pour himself some water. He took the green jacket off and placed it on a chair. He drunk the water down, bit by bit, as his mind thought of what he was going to fully do all while he made his mind set on what he was going to prepare for dinner. When it was late at night, the male relaxed on the couch rather than going upstairs to lay down. Eventually he was going to have to bring it down into the only bedroom downstairs and hopefully he would do it soon before he got any bigger. He closed his eyes, resting for the night.
When the morning arrived, he awoke to take a shower and prepare breakfast before making his way to the school as his usual routine dictated. He would be there waiting for Aaron when he would eventually return with a decision on what he wanted to do with his own set of choices.