Merit With Senior Novels & Stories

The King might tolerate the habit when she spoke to the children, but he himself had little patience to listen to a grown woman spin what he assumed was a tall tale. “I believe last time we spoke, you mentioned that your training was in its last stages.” Valery withheld the urge to nod. Such ‘plebeian' gestures were apparently not acceptable when speaking in the presence of the King. “Yes, uncle. I will be receiving my badge of recognition in two weeks.”

"The acquisition of Meridian represents our commitment to innovation and our confidence in strategic growth. We're not simply expanding—we're evolving." Words the board wanted to hear. "As we move forward, we do so with the knowledge that excellence isn't inherited—it's earned. Every day. Every decision. Every commitment we make to the people who trust us with their futures." I stopped. Read that last line again. Excellence isn't inherited—it's earned. Except I had inherited this. The company. The expectations. The Friday dinner where I'd stand and say these words. Richard's legacy. Mine now. Whether I'd earned it or not.

Cheng? "W-what's position, S-Sir?" I still managed to ask even though I was still reluctant to stare at him. "My senior chief supervisor." My jaw dropped at what he said. What? I do not want to! Lots more deserving of me. “I have read your profile, so I know you can handle it easily. you’re also one of the good employees there. So better choose you than others, because you are new and you have proven a lot. ” “B-but a lot more deserving than me, Sir. There are many more before than me into this company. I guess I can't accept that.”

And so he never questioned her strangeness. Jana thought the one who made this new ranking system among students is plain stupid. Austin said the director was awarded with his ingenuity and tireless work to improve this. People who graduated from Augustus Middle High either becomes a philanthropist or a medical doctor. The school promotes that student should have morality engraved in their bones above wisdom. 'They can't even talk properly without looking from left to right.' Jana sighed. Students earned their ranks by merits. Merits are given once a student does something good. The staff can't be biased upon issuing points because every points listed are checked by every teachers with criti

Ava waited. "We would like to move you into the senior graduating class." The words hung in the air. Ava simply stared. She thought she had misunderstood, the director repeated himself. "You qualify for advanced placement." Ava couldn't speak. The senior graduating class? That meant students who were much further ahead. The instructor smiled warmly. "You already possess many of the skills we teach in the lower classes." Another instructor nodded. "Keeping you here would only slow your progress." Ava finally found her voice. "Are you serious?" The adults laughed.

"Significantly above what we would typically expect from a student with your documented background." "Ma'am?" "Students from smaller packs with limited resources usually require adjustment time to compete with heirs from major territories. You've shown no such adjustment period." "I had excellent instructors." "You must have," Headmaster Thornfield agreed. "Because your capabilities suggest training that goes far beyond what most smaller packs can provide." I waited for the accusation, the demand for additional explanation, the revelation that they knew I wasn't who I claimed to be. Instead, Elder Morrison smiled. "Which brings us to our decision," he said. "Not only are you cleared for tria

I turned back to the board. The header was clean and bold across the top — ‘HONOR ROLL: SPRING SEMESTER’ — and underneath it the names were laid out in neat rows organized by year. Freshmen first, then Sophomores, then Juniors, and lastly Seniors. Each section had somewhere between twelve and fifteen names, the kind of list that required actual consistency to appear on and had no room for anything that was not genuinely earned. I found the Senior section. And there it was as my eyes caught the first name on the list.

They were replaced, upgraded, polished over like scratches on expensive furniture. Senior year was right around the corner, but Merit only focused on one thing, a scholarship. It was her ticket out of there, her salvation, and her fight for freedom. Her mother had already spoken about a nice suitable match, but she was not going to play the nice, obedient, trophy wife to some asshole. In the super wealthy circles, like the one she came from, things were much more sinister than people actually thought they were. They traded sons and daughters in marriage to keep the circle close-knit and the wealth where they wanted it.

"Ehn I know that we were given too much assignment. I myself, I don't like it. But its for the best." And again, the class became noisy. "SILENCE PLEASE! " Silence again. "This is third term and promotional exams are this term too oh. Before you know it, WAEC, Jamb then university. So if you know you want to be promoted to the next class please and please read. I know mumu people here, will not still read and they will repeat class then they will na be blaming their village people. if you like keep on following yourselves up and down. I've told you now oh. Ehen. I still remain your humble and handsome Class captain. Tamuno William. Thank you!" He finished and the whole class began hailin

he replies. “An entire building?” Mercer nods. “An entire building.” I lean back, letting the information settle, and everything begins to align in an uncomfortable way—the rushed admission, the unusual flexibility, the sudden administrative interest. None of it is about academic merit. It’s about leverage. Whitlock watches me as understanding takes shape. “Now you understand the significance of the situation.” Unfortunately, I do. “What exactly does this have to do with me?” I ask. Mercer opens another folder.