"In commemoration of your academic achievement at this facility, we present to you this award, Victor Nekri." The professor said as I stood and walked to the stage. As I did he called out other students. "Dezeri Nekri, Daniel Nekri, Sarah Johnson, Amanda Brown, Joseph Smith and Trish Al... Aloga... uh Trish A in Rm. 403." From our viewpoint at the stage, I, my twin brother and our little sister could see our cousin try and walk as gracefully as she could. She had been given a very long graduation dress that kept messing with her feet. Although she did trip once, almost everyone remained respectful. The only ones who laughed were escorted out and reprimanded.

We were all given a gold medal with our nation's emblem, a handshake from the professor and the visiting diplomat and a diploma. After the ceremony, I and my relatives discussed what this would mean to our parents. I knew that our mother would praise us and our efforts but Father would still complain even if I was awarded control of our whole planet. Mother says he loves us all equally but it seems to me that he cares more for Dezzi since she skipped 3 grades because of her "amazing intellect." She didn't do much, just 1 root-relation worksheet and she's declared "gifted". It's not impressive, she was just showing off what Mother told us.

Our house was very large and impressive for more simple people, I would agree. It had 6 stories, a large force of maids and butlers, a battalion of guards, enough room in the garage to fit a tank or two, an Olympic-sized pool in the back and a heli-pad. It would have been amazing to have a party back there but my parents would kill us if we did. Placing our hands on the scanner, the massive gate luched open. A DNA scanner seemed excessive but Father disagrees. "Oh." Trish exclaims. We face her. "Sorry guys, I can't hang out today. Dad wanted me to come home as soon as the ceremony was over. Bye."