"Uhm… I think I'll reconsider transferring to another school, ma'am," I said and return the Certificate of Transfer Eligibility to cancel it.
"I'm glad! It would be a shame to waste your full scholarship," the College Registrar said cheerfully.
"Scholarship?" I blinked. I know I get discounts because of my grades. Even so, I still can't afford to study here—my tuition still costs hundreds of thousands. But a full scholarship?
"Yes, you've been granted a full scholarship—or rather, a Presidential Scholarship, for your loyalty, since you've been here since your junior years. And of course, your grades! You've never dropped from the list of top students every academic year," she explained.
I am surprised and glad at the same time. And all I can think of now is my mom. She's truly my guardian angel. Maybe I should visit her soon.
The staff at the front desk, who just moments ago seemed busy flirting on her phone, handed me an envelope containing the form I requested—the Request for Program Shift form.
I know I'm an incoming third-year of BS Psychology… but I need to do this.
And I just let out another sigh.
Before leaving the Office of the College Registrar after my interview, I took a quick peek at the form inside the envelope—and was surprised to find something else. A copy of the Official Course Load Summary of a certain student. I glanced at each staff member, including the Registrar inside the office. I even tried to peek into every cubicle, just to see if anyone seemed suspicious, but everyone appeared busy with their work. Besides, the staff at the front desk was already giving me an annoyed look for still not leaving.
What in the world is happening?
Should I take it as a sign that God and the universe are helping me get through this life?
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"Sorry, this seat is taken," I said, placing my bag beside me to stop a girl from sitting down.
I can't believe Lecture Hall A is almost full—for just our first major subject. I didn't think this many people were taking up Management.
I chose a seat somewhere near the back of this lecture hall, because I figured she's the type who sits at the back, and this was the only empty spot left in this rear section.
I kept my head low, pretending to scroll through my phone, but my eyes kept flicking to the door. The lecture hadn't started yet and students were still trickling in, chatting, laughing, finding their places.
And then there she is.
She had just stepped into the hall—Michaelis. And for a moment, the room quieted, as if the air shifted with her arrival. Maybe because the news about what happened to her and Vivienne yesterday in Block 12 has already spread. I can tell that everyone is a bit scared of her.
Her wavy hair went from fiery red to dark auburn, and it just makes her stand out even more. I mean, she looks like a goddess! Just wow! It wasn't just her looks—it was the way she walked, unbothered and sure of herself. With her unbuttoned coat, one hand tucked in her pocket, the other lazily holding her bag like it weighed nothing.
There was something about her… something untouchable.
I can't take my eyes off her.
And yet, something in me still wanted to get close to her.
I just realized my hand was mid-air, waving at her. And I felt oddly satisfied when she saw me.
What's with the look?
Does she not want to sit beside me because I kept bothering her back in Block 12?
But after seeing that there were barely any seats left, she started walking up the rows toward where I was seated.
But why does it feel like the weight grows heavier with her every step toward me?
I grabbed my bag just as she practically threw her onto the desk as if it were empty, before sitting beside me. She rested her arms and head on it to sleep, eyes closed, her face turned toward my side.
Is she always this sleep-deprived?
My gaze drifted to her hair once again.
How did he get Majesty to change her hair color?
Rumor has it they'll go as far as threatening you just to get you to follow. Looks like it's true. Now I wonder what he said or did to her.
As expected, no one can go against the OOD—especially its president.
Her eyes opened, and our gazes met just as I was staring at her, making my mouth fall open in surprise.
Majesty Ashiya Michaelis…
"Welcome to Kronen Academy and Institute."