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Hello everyone! I just wanted to give another reminder that I may not post all the time and there can and possibly will be large gaps between days I add more to the story. I mainly wanted to write this story on my own time and I still plan to do that, but I thought it will be fun to post what I have as time goes on. Anyway, sorry if the chapter is too long. I hope you all enjoy the story! (^w^)

 "I'm going to ask you again Ms. Foster, did you help Mr. Reynolds with his Psychology essay?" Mr. Ward folds his scarred hands and looks at me like he's expecting me to burst into tears at any moment.

"Mr. Ward, Lynn-"

"For the last time Mr. Reynolds, I am not talking to you. I am talking to Ms. Foster and if you so much as breathe too loudly, I will make the both of you sit in my office till Principal Cross comes back from her meeting." Mr. Ward pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut; he looks like he is going to explode at any second, his bald head turning red like his face.

I glare at Noah from the corner of my eye and he shrugs in response. I sigh along with Mr. Ward and straighten my back, "Mr. Ward, I did not help Noah with his essay. I didn't even know he had an essay."

"Yes, you already said that Ms. Foster but that doesn't line up with the fact that the last line to his essay matches the same last line you used for your last two essays." Mr. Ward picks up a piece of paper from his desk, "For your report in English, you stated, "Outsourcing claims to have a beneficial overview for the people that take part in the custom, but in truth of the matter, the outcome of every action is determined not by the producers or the sellers in the company, but rather the consumers that make up the financial growth in society." Now, that resembles Mr. Reynolds's essay almost exactly so why don't you tell me the truth about what happened and why it happened because Mr. Reynolds should have been fully aware that cheating is not tolerated on such a project, nor is it ever."

Mr. Ward gets out of his chair, making his way around his desk, and sits on the corner of his desk to get a closer look at me- I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from tensing up, "Roselyn, you seem like a good kid; you haven't gotten in trouble at all throughout the years you attended Littlerock. Now, there is going to be some form of punishment, but all I really need is the truth. Can you do that for me, Roselyn?"

The way he says my name leaves a bad taste in my mouth, like I'm being forced to eat sand.

I don't break eye contact with Mr. Ward, but I know with all my heart that Noah is sneaking glances at me. He may be staying still as a rock, but with all the years that I have known him, I can practically feel his nerves going crazy.

Noah and I met when I was eight years old- me being in the third grade and him being in the fourth grade with Thomas. I knew him as the kid who always came over to the house, running around and chasing Thomas to every room. He would call me a poodle since my curls were bigger back then, which would always result in me either crying and running towards Amara's room, or chasing him all around the house as I called him a short stack of pancakes since he was a late bloomer. Ever since then, he was a regular at the house who became a big part of my childhood. My parents considered him to be part of the family, as does Noah's parents with us.

Too bad he is still out of the loop with what my mark truly is.

"Mr. Ward, even though my mark is thoughtful, I was unaware that Noah had any assignment. I speak as honestly as I can when I say that I did not help him in the slightest. I have tutored him in the past with his classwork, but other than that," I take a pause to wipe my palms on my jeans, "Noah is like family to me, I would never want him, or Thomas to go through any sort of punishment."