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Prologue

RJ

You have got to be kidding me. I feel the paper crumple between my fingers as I clench my fist. This is bullshit.

Bullshit.

I run a hand through my hair as I turn back and walk towards the registrar's window one more time. I'll beg if I have to.

She gets a wary look on her face as I approach her. Before I even begin to speak, she holds out her palm and says, "I already told you, Mr. Faulkerson, there's nothing we can do about your schedule. Now, you can either take that elective or drop the class and delay your graduation for one more semester. Your choice. Now please, step aside for the other students."

"But, miss...!"

"I said," she interrupts me, "step aside. There's nothing else we can do for you."

Well, fuck. I didn't even get a chance to beg.

Great. Just great. My last year in college and this is what I have to put up with. Either suffer through this class and graduate on time or wait for a better elective and stay in school for an additional semester just for one class. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what I have to do.

Maine

Click

You are now enrolled in this class.

I scream loudly, making the rest of the people in the library look around in panic.

"Ay! Sorry sorry! Don't mind me. I'm sorry."

I look at the screen again and let out another, quieter, squeal of delight as I stare at my class schedule. I did it! I'm in! I worked so hard to get in the Dean's List last semester just so I can get priority enrollment in hopes of finally getting in this class. I've waited two years for this! I've always attempted to enroll but it's a really popular elective and it fills up in the blink of an eye. But now, NOW, I am in.

Holy frick!!!

I check the name of the class again, smile, then print my schedule.

I am going to have this framed. 

This is going to be the best semester ever, I can feel it.