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Prologue!
Malcolm got off of the bus that had stopped in front of Harvard University, excitement welling up in his stomach.
He was finally here.
At College.
One of the best colleges in the country.
Away from his family.
What could he possibly not be excited about?
A week later, all Malcolm wanted to do was bomb this school.
He had been excited at first when he had arrived here, but that quickly disappeared, turning into dread.
He now knew that it was a huge mistake going to Harvard.
For one thing, he was considered lower then most of the students as he was a scholarship student working four jobs just to keep up with his tuition, which made this still high school acting jock like people to give him the most serious hard time.
Another thing, the classes were nothing like he had imagined.
He absolutely hated them, mostly because the classes that he was taking were not the ones that he wanted, the ones that he had wanted to do filled with students who either bribed or their parents bribed the school or Professor to get into.
He had thought about going home and going back to college at another time, but at the news that his mom was pregnant, he refused to go home and barge into his parent's life, especially since he had only just gotten out.
Malcolm stuck it out for another two weeks before he couldn't do it anymore, and went to go see the Dean.
"Sir, I just want to know if I can use my scholarship to go somewhere not so expensive and also because I'm having too much problems right now," Malcolm explained to the Dean after they had talked for twenty minutes.
He checked his computer for almost ten whole minutes before saying anything about Malcolm's request.
"Well, I can transfer you over to Stanford University in Palo Alto.
The scholarship that you have will actually cover the cost of your schooling for the next four years, instead of only about half like here at Harvard, which means that you get a thirty thousand dollar's refund from us as that is the amount that you have put into your tuition, not really close to covering the entire tuition fund even with your scholarship.
If you really want to, I can have you transferred as late as tomorrow.
If you leave tonight, by the time that you get their, you shall already be enrolled into Stanford University as a transfer student.
I'll just write out the check for your refund now so that it is over and done with.
I'm sorry that Harvard is not the school for you, and I truly hope that you have better luck at Stanford," the Dean said to Malcolm kindly as the computer printed out a whole lot of paper, the Dean then writing a check, and then handed that, all the paper and a thick Stanford School Guide to Malcolm.
"Thank you sir.
I had better get going, since I have to pack," Malcolm said to the old grandfatherly like man before leaving the office.
Once he was out of the building, he breathed a deep sigh of relief before making his way to his dorm room where he was going to start packing immediately, which was not so hard as he had barely unpacked yet anyway.
END OF PROLOUGE!