Nate Mason heard voices inside the counselor's office and so he instinctively knew to wait in one of the chairs outside until it was his turn. His scheduled appointment was about to arrive any moment and the counselor and him were going to work though on how to be bullied less often. He didn't come from the richest household and so he'd had to resort to wearing second-hand clothing with no-name brands. He'd done the best he could do with being fashionable, but it's hard to be fashionable when everyone knows you get your clothes from a thrift store. And so, because of his clothes, Billy McMillon, the school bully, would pick on him, steal his lunch money, and occasionally leave him with a black eye if his eye had healed enough to warrant a renewed injury. After about ten minutes of waiting, he saw the kindergarten teacher leave with apparently a new student and so, JoAnne invited him in and offered him a seat. Nate took his seat, but JoAnne stared at him for a couple of minutes. The poor fourteen year old was helpless. He sat in front of her with a black eye and torn clothes for God's sake! And so, she asked him, "Have you ever thought about becoming a football coach?". "No.", he replied, "I've always fancied myself to be a social worker." "Well, as a football coach, you'd still have an opportunity to help students via sports and you'd be more respected and get paid better as well.", replied JoAnne honestly. She took out an application and wrote on it:
Craig Bennet
Age: 25
Profession: Football Coach
"Well, you should try the position and see if you like it", said JoAnne. "It couldn't hurt and the pay's decent enough.", said Nate as he shot up in age and size. And so, Nate, the new Craig Bennet, signed the contract to become the new football coach. He'd always dream of helping young men become the best they could be on the field, academically and socially. He was a firm believer in kindness and volunteering in the community and he firmly believed that he had to be the best role model possible and do his best to be the best person he could be to demonstrate what is proper behavior to anyone both on and off field regardless of who they were or their age. Feeling confident that he could help students make better decisions in life, he thanked JoAnne for the new job and departed from her office to his office so that he could get ready for next week's football game. They were playing against the toughest team, The Reidsville Reds, from the mainland and while he wanted his team to do their best, he didn't want them to beat themselves up over every little thing they did wrong if they lost. As for JoAnne, she had to get ready for her next client, a school bully and menace named Billy McMillon. She'd already decided to regress the brat down to age four, but she needed to make sure to keep him out of the main halls of the school because he was such a threat to everyone including the staff. Fortunately for her, she had a very special room with very special teachers that would be more than happy to teach him how not to be aggressive. Plus with his special helmet on his head and his special mitts on his hands, he could beat himself up all day without injuring himself and since he'd be buckled up into his special stroller, he wouldn't be able to injure other students as well. Though, she would prefer that he just spend his days playing with his oversized educational baby toys with his teacher as she tries to teach him something useful. Her intent was clear. He would stay in that room until he aged out of the school system at age twenty. Surely by that time, he would learn to play nice with friends even if he'd never master the art of using the potty. And so, she'd gone to the closet to pull out his mitt and his helmet as well as some colorful plastic nesting cups with numbers on them and sat them on her desk for him to see when he came in. JoAnne, as a final punishment, really wanted to embarrass this kid before sending him off to his new special class for special students to dispose of him and spare the rest of the school from his brutality.