Muses Academy Reviews Complaints Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then, she's approached by the front desk administrator of the academy—I recognize her from the meeting last night—and they both leave. I breathe a lot easier once she's gone and redirect my attention to what's being discussed around me. "Yes, yes. We've received a lot of complaints so far from a lot of packs. The Omega is a risk to our reputation, but what can be done? We impose fairness, and in her case, she truly is a qualifying contender." "How could an Omega pass the test?" my father wonders. "None has ever passed it before!"

It wasn't idle gossip—it sounded deliberate, as if someone wanted to rewrite the story of her relationship with her grandfather. Her suspicion was confirmed a few days later when an email notification arrived. It was from the academy she had applied to: [...After a thorough review of your application and background, we regret to inform you that we cannot offer you admission for the upcoming term. Our academy values not only artistic excellence and academic potential, but also the personal character and environment that nurture a student's growth. During our evaluation, certain concerns regarding behavioral history and the broader influences within your immediate support system did not meet t

"If you go now, I'll make sure you regret it!" Suddenly, I said, "Seriously—do you have any idea how much this makes it seem like you like me?" Horace froze for a second before he flinched and quickly let go of my hand. "Who'd ever like you?!" "Then stay away from me." I thought that conversation was the end of it, that we'd never have any contact anymore, but the day before I planned to leave, I suddenly got a call from the academy. Someone had accused me of plagiarism, and sent the same email to the Academy of Fine Arts in Paris.

I'm calling from the Durman Academy Scholarship Review Committee. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Lena put her cup down. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "I'm calling to inform you that a formal complaint has been filed regarding your scholarship award. Under our review protocols we're required to notify recipients when a complaint is received." A pause. "A hearing has been scheduled for Thursday of next week. We'd ask you to attend." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The kitchen was very quiet. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

••~~MADDISON~~•• Ausley dropped me at school and I went straight to the dean’s office. I was tapping my foot, trying not to lose my cool while she spoke to someone on the phone from accounting. Apparently, Monalisa had rolled out new rules about re-enrollment and student loans. She finally looked up from the screen. “I’m sorry, Ms. Summers. But if you can’t make the full payment, we can’t enroll you back. Half won’t do anymore. It’s Monalisa’s new policy.”

The head council continued, “Her mating ceremony to Lucian Wilder is scheduled to take place in two weeks. However, a formal complaint has been submitted accusing her of entertaining other males and engaging in inappropriate relationships within the academy.” “That’s a lie!” Kira snapped before I could speak. She stepped protectively in front of me. “You can’t condemn someone based on an accusation alone. She isn’t cheating on anyone; I can personally attest to that!” Something shifted in the council’s expression when he looked at her; a flicker of recognition. “And who exactly filed this complaint?” High Chancellor Flint demanded. “You have marched onto academy grounds, disrupted the peace,

“You’re making waves already. Impressive.” The way he said it didn’t sound like praise. It sounded like a warning. “Thanks,” I said flatly. His eyes lingered on me a moment longer before he turned to Aalia. “Ready to go?” She hesitated. Just for a second. Then she nodded. As they walked off together, my fists clenched. Later that evening, Musa barged into the room, waving his phone. “Bro, check this out.” On the campus bulletin, in bold letters:

I press down a little harder on Medusa's spine. "Okay, okay! I yield! I submit!" Medusa whines, her arrogant facade crumbling completely. "Let me go! There are too many people watching, this is humiliating! And you don't want someone reporting us for illegal brawling and docking our Academy Points, do you?!" Ah. A threat to my wallet. I immediately release them both, sweeping a dark, threatening glare over the crowd. "We saw nothing," the nearby students chorus instantly, burying their faces in their food.

They are all taking the side of a pervert! “Keep it down, there’s no reason to yell at each other or insult everyone, Thalia.” I turned and glared at Muse. “Shut the fuck up bitch! I wasn’t talking to you!” I told her and almost laughed when she held her chest as if I just shot her. “What has gotten into you? Why are you taking your anger out on everyone? If you don’t want it then it’s fine!” Another of my coursemates called out. I ignored him.

I said. "What is it?", I asked. "Mina and Malik in the music room". Tochi said. "naked in each other". "They're having sex, Oga. It's not hard to say", she said. "Rumours turned out to be true, that's the caption. This abroko person is a real witch oh." "It already has over one thousand views, they're going to get expelled". Tochi said and my heart froze. "Whoever these people are they are taking people out without any mercy". Mofe said and I remembered what Lola said. The letters, threats, everything had stopped coming for a long time now and that meant one thing, they wanted to take me out too.