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    <i>“</i><i>Mr. </i><i>Rochester</i><i>, </i>I’m <i>afraid </i><i>it’s </i>not <i>that </i><i>simple</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


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    As I sat across from the Dean at Bayview University, I could feel my irritation growing.


    <i>“</i><i>I </i><i>don’t </i><i>understand </i><i>why </i>it’s not. <i>Have </i><i>the </i><i>Rochesters </i><i>not </i><i>donated </i><i>an </i><i>obscene </i><i>amount </i>of <i>money </i><i>over </i><i>the </i><i>years </i><i>to </i><i>this </i><i>University</i><i>?</i>”


    “<i>Well</i><i>…</i><i>yes </i><i>sir </i><i>you </i><i>have </i><i>but-</i>”


    <i>“</i><i>And </i><i>if </i>I’m <i>not </i><i>mistaken</i><i>, </i><i>without </i><i>that </i><i>funding</i><i>, </i><i>this </i><i>school </i><i>would not </i><i>have </i><i>the </i><ibs </i><i>and </i><i>resources </i><i>that </i><i>they </i><i>have </i><i>today </i><i>correct</i><i>?</i><i>” </i>


    “W–<i>Well</i><i>, </i><i>yes-</i>”


    “<i>Then </i><i>exin </i><i>to </i><i>me </i><i>why </i><i>you </i><i>can </i><i>fix </i><i>my </i><i>siblings </i><i>grades </i>so <i>that </i><i>they </i><i>won’t </i><i>end </i><i>up on </i><i>academic </i><i>probation</i><b><i>.</i></b><b><i>” </i></b>


    Dean Launberg looked at me with exasperation in his eyes. Since Grd left, both


    Brian and Olivia were forced to do their own work leaving them severely behind. I was


    pissed! I knew she’d done some of their work, but I wasn’t aware it was to this magnitude.


    <i>“</i><i>Mr. </i><i>Rochester</i>, <i>the </i><i>problem </i>is<i>, </i><i>even </i><i>if </i><i>I </i><i>curve </i><i>their </i><i>grades</i><i>, </i><i>at </i><i>this </i><i>rate </i><i>they </i><i>won’t </i><i>be </i><i>able </i><i>to </i>pass <i>midterms </i>or <i>finals</i>. <i>Also</i>, <i>some </i><i>of </i><i>the </i><i>instructors </i><i>are </i><i>wondering </i><i>if </i><i>they </i><i>were </i><i>cheating </i><ist </i><i>year</i><i>. </i><i>The </i><i>drop </i><i>in </i><i>their </i><i>grades </i><i>have </i><i>been </i><i>significant</i><i>.</i><i>” </i>


    <i>“</i><i>You </i><i>dare </i><i>use </i><i>the </i><i>Rochesters </i>of <i>cheating</i>!<i>” </i>


    I had no choice but to use fear for persuasion at this point.


    <i>“</i><i>No</i><i>! </i><i>No</i>! Of <i>course </i><i>not</i><i>! </i><i>I’m </i><i>just </i><i>expressing </i><i>concerns</i><i>! </i><i>The </i><i>main </i><i>concern </i><i>right </i><i>now </i><i>is </i><i>their </i><i>ability </i><i>to </i><i>pass </i><i>their </i><i>midterms </i><i>and </i><i>finals-</i><i>” </i>


    <i>“</i><i>You </i><i>let </i><i>me </i><i>worry </i><i>about </i><i>that</i><i>! </i><i>Curve </i><i>their </i><i>grades </i>so <i>that </i><i>they </i><i>don’t </i><i>end </i><i>up </i><i>on </i><i>probation</i>. <i>I’ll </i><i>make </i><i>sure </i><i>they </i><i>pass</i>.”


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    pushed too much it would put the school’s funding at risk.


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    I stormed out of the school pissed. What the hell had Livie and Brian been doing these past two years! I got back to the house in record time. Both Livie and Brian were in the grand roomughing with Jonathan, it irked me to see them not studying. As soon as Livie saw me, she perked up.


    “<i>Noah</i><i>! </i>What <i>are </i><i>you </i><i>doing </i><i>home </i>so <i>early</i>?”


    I looked at Livie annoyed causing her to shudder. Brian then spoke up.


    “<i>What’s </i><i>up </i><i>your </i><i>ass</i>? <i>Why </i><i>aren’t </i><i>you </i><i>say-</i>‘


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    <i>“</i><i>I just </i><i>got </i><i>back </i><i>from </i><i>the </i><i>university </i><i>after </i><i>having </i>a <i>meeting </i><i>with </i><i>the </i><i>dean </i><i>regarding </i><i>you </i><i>two</i>.”


    The words sneered out of my mouth like acid. Both Livie and Brian’s faces instantly turned ashen. They knew I’d learn about their grades.


    <i>“</i><i>Look </i><i>Noah</i><i>, </i><i>I </i><i>can </i><i>exin</i>…<i>we-</i>”


    I waved my hand cutting Brian off.


    <i>“</i><i>How </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i><i>can </i><i>you </i><i>exin</i><i>! </i><i>You’re </i><i>both </i><i>in </i><i>danger </i><i>of </i><i>probation</i><i>! </i>Do <i>you </i><i>know </i><i>what </i><i>kind </i>of


    <i>embarrassment </i><i>that </i><i>is</i>!<i>” </i>


    <i>“</i><i>Just </i><i>rx </i><i>Noah</i><i>, </i><i>I’m </i><i>sure-</i>”


    <i>“</i><i>I </i>don’t <i>remember </i><i>asking </i><i>you </i>for <i>your </i><i>thoughts </i><i>on </i><i>this </i><i>Jonathan</i>. <i>If </i><i>anything</i><i>, </i><i>you </i><i>need </i><i>to </i><i>help </i><i>my </i><i>sister</i><i>, </i>YOUR <i>fiancé </i><i>not </i><i>flunk</i><i>! </i><i>I </i><i>highly </i><i>doubt </i><i>your </i><i>grandfather </i><i>would </i><i>be </i><i>thrilled </i><i>about</i>.


    <i>that</i><i>.</i>”


    Jonathan’s eyes darkened, he knew what I said was true. If Isaac found out about this; he would surlily call off the engagement. He was already irritated when he learned Grd was marrying someone else.


    I’m going to have tutors here starting tomorrow. Until your grades are up don’t even think about doing anything but studying!


    I barked my orders and left the room feeling exhausted. Their grades weren’t the only issues. The business proposal Grd set up for me regarding a property investment now had to be extended. I had no idea what all the proposal entailed, and I hadn’t been able to get in contact with Grd. Her original phone number was no longer in use.


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    No one had been able to get a hold of her since the day she left.


    That evening, as we all ate dinner, my father began to fume.


    <i>“</i><i>I </i>can’t <i>believe </i><i>that </i><i>little </i><i>bitch </i><i>has </i><i>been </i><i>gone </i><i>three </i><i>months </i><i>without </i>so <i>much </i>as a <i>word</i><i>! </i>We haven’t <i>heard </i><i>anything </i><i>from </i><i>her </i>OR <i>the </i><i>Christiansens</i>! <i>No </i><i>dowry</i><i>, </i><i>no </i><i>partnership</i><i>, </i><i>nothing</i><i>!</i>”


    I was about toment when Zelma walked into the dining room holding an envelope.


    <i>“</i><i>Sir</i><i>, </i><i>this </i><i>just </i><i>arrived </i><i>by </i><i>way </i><i>of </i><i>carrier</i><i>. </i>


    <i>“</i><i>Hand </i><i>it </i><i>here</i>.”


    Zelma handed father the envelop. My mother looked over.


    “<i>What </i><i>is </i><i>it</i><i>?</i>”


    Suddenly, my father’s eyes beamed.


    <i>“</i><i>Finally</i><i>!! </i>It’s <i>an </i><i>invitation </i><i>from the </i><i>Christiansens</i><i>, </i><i>they </i><i>are </i><i>inviting </i>us <i>to </i><i>they </i><i>home </i>for <i>birthday </i><i>celebration</i>!”


    What???? Three months of nothing and now all of sudden a party? I wasn’t sure why, but I had a bad feeling about this.


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