Sasha Koch Kohler, the esteemed Poet Laureate of Connors Island had one son and one daughter. Unfortunately her daughter drowned in an infamous Well in a town outside of Capshaw County.
Appointed by the Islands Council, Mrs. Koch Kohler had to reinvent her story. By doing so, she had to fade off her son from the public eye.

He wasn't a Crawford like embodiment, so she paid off the judges and Issac got accepted into Queen Ethel's.

An avid sports player, Issac spent most of his time following the greats; Zidane, Baggio, and Marco Van Basten. He didn't fully comprehend what his mother was doing to him, until he boarded the Luxury Yacht and she didn't even wave goodbye.

Issac started to sense that this school wasn't just for his athletic ability, but also potentially a divide from his roots. One of the servants on the boat offered up some knowledge as Issac drank a glass of whiskey- as one fifteen year old rich kid would do.

"Sure kid, you may have skills but don't underestimate the power of personal gain. Sasha Koch Kohler has been known to burn down anything that came in her way of fame. You were a verse she had to omit, to keep the narrative of allure instead of sadness!"

He represented woe in his mother's eyes, and he never paid enough attention to notice she gave up acknowledging him years ago.
She simply walked off the peer without looking back.

Issac arrived at Port Keoghan, which had a direct path to the Queen Ethel's. No one recognized him from his mother's fame, where usually they did. Maybe no one cared?
He noticed the Academy Crest, and it gave him slight joy with hopes of playing on the soccer team.

Coach Rayner approached Issac as he stood looking at the symbol that would now define his existence.

"Issac Koch Kohler, welcome to Queen Ethel's Academy!
Thank you.
I hear you have some special qualities when it comes to football?
Yes, did my mother tell you or show you what I did in Capshaw High?
Sorry son, ive never spoke to your mother. Doug the boat guy told me all about your aspirations in the sport.
Doug did hey?
You bet, looks like you've got a fan in him kid! You'll find your uniforms in your room. I look forward to seeing you on the field by end of week kid!"

In mere moments Issac's color of his skin turned a shade of charcoal much like his namesake. He felt sick as though no praise, nor mention from his famous mother helped him here.
It was in the moment, he felt abandoned by choice and yet accepted by strangers.

Issac looked back at the yacht, he waved a sorrowful gesture to Doug. The waters were calm, the breeze was damp and night was coming. An all to familiar Darkness was being cast.

Alone.
A paragraph maybe, erased.