Leota's Garden
Chapter One
Corban Solsek's heart dropped and his stomach clenched
tight when he saw the B on his sociology proposal. The shock of
it made heat pour into his face and then recede in the wake of cold
anger. He'd worked hard on this outline for his term project! He'd
checked his information and sources, reviewed the methods by
which he planned to present his ideas, and proposed a program.
He should've received an A! What gives? Opening the folder, he
glanced through the perfectly typed pages, looking for corrections,
comments, anything that might give an indication of why he hadn't
received what he knew he deserved.
Not one red check anywhere. No comment. Nothing.
Stewing, Corban flipped open his notebook, wrote the date, and
tried to concentrate on the lecture. Several times Professor Webster
looked straight at him as he spoke, singling him out from the other
hundred and twenty students inhabiting the tiers of desks. Each time
Corban stared back for a few seconds before looking down and scribbling
some more notes. He had great respect for Professor Webster,
which made the grade even harder to take.
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