MasukGARRISThe whiskey burns going down my throat, but I welcome the pain because it is nothing compared to the humiliation I have suffered through these past few days. I still can't believe I have been suspended as if I'm some incompetent first-year professor who can’t manage his classroom. The shame is deep, disgusting, and it is shredding everything I have built over so many years. My hand trembles as I pour myself another glass of whiskey, the amber liquid sloshing over the rim. My home office that usually feels like my pride now feels like a tomb to me. Every award on the wall and other symbols of accolades now seem worthless, all because of that damned blog, Conscientia Institutum.What a pretentious, self-righteous name.I throw back the second glass of whiskey, welcoming the burn once again and the numbness that has started to seep through my thoughts. I want to drown out the voice of that vile woman who implemented my suspension. I want to erase the memory of the way those stude
DAISY The blood drains from Sonia’s face. Her friends look like they are seconds away from collapsing to the ground.“But we didn’t—we weren’t—” Sonia stammers.“Now, Ms. Remington.”They have no choice.We watch as they are escorted towards the building situated near the auditorium. Sonia shoots me one last look of pure hatred over her shoulder before she disappears into the building.That girl. I hope she doesn't go in there and start ranting about things she doesn't even know about.A few minutes later, we finally enter the auditorium. The place is massive, definitely designed to hold the entire student body and faculty. It’s already packed, and the noise is deafening with hundreds of conversations overlapping one another.“Everyone settle down,” a voice announces through the PA system inside the auditorium. We find seats near the middle, and after sitting down, I scan the room, noting various faces of the people present.I don't see Yvonne and Bryson here. Are they in another sec
DAISYMy phone's alarm buzzes at 6:47 AM, dragging me up from sleep. I grab the phone from the nightstand, swiping off the alarm and squinting at the screen through my sleepy eyes.The device is still vibrating insistently, and the screen is flooded with notifications, messages, alerts.Something has happened.I sit up abruptly, my heart already racing as I unlock the phone. The first thing I see is a message from Gia: HI BABE! A BLOG ABOUT YOUR SCHOOL IS EVERYWHERE!EVERYWHERE? ALREADY?The blog must be our blog. I need to check the blog now.After grabbing my laptop from my nearby desk, I boot it on and next, I pull up the blog website.The page loads.And finally, I see it.My heart nearly stops at the sight of the counter at the top of the page.127,483 views. 891 testimonies. 15,247 comments.In less than twelve hours, our anonymous blog has gone from a desperate last resort to a viral wildfire that has consumed the entire academy and beyond.“Holy shit,” I breathe, my palm cover
DAISYWithin one hour after sending the story's link, the first comment appears. Then another. Then five more.By dinner time, the blog has been flooded with twenty-three testimonies and over five hundred comments.Students are pouring out their stories, and some of the stories and comments are way beyond my imaginations.*Professor Garris threatened to fail me unless my father made a ‘donation’ to his research fund.**Professor Garris told me I was wasting a spot that should go to someone from a ‘proper bloodline.’**Professor Garris buried my complaint about the son of his family friend who was bullying me. He said I was being ‘oversensitive.’**Professor Garris got my friend expelled for ‘academic dishonesty’ that never happened. Turns out her family had refused to contribute to his private projects.*Fuck. Each contribution irks me, but I'm glad it's another nail in Professor Garris’s coffin. Each testimony is another piece of evidence that adds up to his filth.“Gosh, this is inf
DAISYAfter the tense breakfast, we manage to attend our classes and survive through the lectures. Luckily for us, Professor Leighton postponed the pop quiz, so we continued the rest of his class and other lectures without losing our minds.In the end, we eventually finished our last class for the day and returned to our dorm. The door slams shut behind us, and I blow out an exhaustive sigh.Finally.“I still can't stop thinking about Professor Garris’s accusation against me,” Ria says sadly, collapsing onto her bed. Her face is still blotchy from crying, and her shaky fingers are wiping something from her eyes.“Don’t think too much about him,” Suzy says tiredly, sighing and dumping down on her bed.“But what if he really finds a way to have me expelled? There is nothing I can do to stop him.”“That’s not true Ria,” I say firmly, dropping my bag on my bed and pacing the room. “I believe his accusation against you is false. He has no right to expel you on dubious grounds. We're not go
DAISYHer eyes flash with anger at my words, but before she can respond, Suzy and Ria return, their trays laden with food.Sonia gives me one last venomous glare before stalking off with her cohorts.“What did that bitch want?” Suzy asks, setting down her tray with more force than necessary.“Nothing important,” I assure her, eyeing the extra tray of food next to her that Ria brought to the table. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about the cinnamon rolls.”The three trays are loaded with fluffy cinnamon rolls dripping with icing, alongside scrambled eggs with cheese, crispy bacon, fresh fruit salad, and steaming mugs of coffee. The whole meal is a mouthwatering, delicious-looking feast.“Eat,” Suzy smiles, pushing the extra tray towards me. “You look like you didn't eat much yesterday.”She is not wrong.I dig in, and the first bite of cinnamon roll is pure heaven. It's so sweet and buttery with just the right amount of spice.For a few minutes, we eat in comfortable silence, the tension cau







