Disclaimer: Twilight and its characters are owned by the Marvelous Ms. Meyers - no copyright infringement is intended. Please don't send your lawyers after me!
Author's Note: Much love and many thanks to my beta, iadorepugs, who agreed to take this ride with me once again - I couldn't (and wouldn't want to) do this without you. And if you enjoy what you read, make sure to thank athomejo, who encourages me not to scrap my words when I get frustrated. She's the best bestie a girl could ask for!
Dear Ms. Swan:
Thank you for submission of your fall and winter class schedules along with your application for graduation. We regret to inform you that you are currently ineligible for graduation at the end of winter term. Our records show that you have not met the following requirements for your Bachelor of Arts degree: A three (3) semester proficiency in a foreign language. Please contact your undergraduate advisor to discuss your options.
Very truly yours,
Dean, Academic Advisory Office
I stared at the letter in disbelief. What the hell?
No, they were wrong—I had fulfilled all the requirements. I met with my academic advisor just last semester to discuss exactly this. While it was true that I didn't have the language proficiency usually required for a Bachelor of the Arts degree, Ms. Mallory had assured me that I would not have any problem meeting the graduation requirements, that the university would make an exception due to my outstanding academic achievements.
The conversation was clear in my mind. Bella, don't worry about it. You're practically a straight-A student – it's not like the university is going to refuse to graduate you just because you don't have foreign language credits.
This letter was obviously a mistake. I picked up the phone and called the counseling office.
"How may I direct your call?" a bored voice asked on the other end.
"Lauren Mallory, please."
A pause. "May I have your name, please?"
"Sure. I'm Isabella Swan, and I just got a letter..."
"One moment, please," the voice replied smoothly, placing me on hold. I listened to the irritating hold music and glanced through the contents of the letter again, feeling even more certain that this was all a misunderstanding.
"Hello, Ms. Swan, this is Shelley Cope, the dean of the academic advisory office. Thank you for your call. I'd like to meet with you, if you could please come down to the office this afternoon."
It was a bit of a shock to hear the voice of the head of the department. "I'm sorry, Dean Cope, I was calling to speak with Lauren Mallory."
"Yes, Ms. Swan, I know that. I am available this afternoon at 3 o'clock, if that works for you."
"Um, yeah, sure," I responded, starting to feel uncomfortable. What the hell was going on?
"All right, I will see you then. Please bring your letter with you."
Yes, it's short. Most chapters will be a little bit longer, but not much. It's pre-written, pre-betaed, and will be updating 2-3 times a week as my schedule allows until it's complete. Please let me know your thoughts!