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"You've got to be kidding me?" Tanzay reads through a letter she received in the mail regarding her financial aid status. 

"What's wrong?" Accia, one of Tanzay's best friends asks. She looks up from her homework.

"First, they give me the run around with my credits and transcript to get into the program I wanted. Now, they are telling me, my shit ain't paid for. Or isn't being paid for." 

She wants to ball it up and throw it in the trash. But, she knows this could really affect her GPA if she lets this sit for too long. Although, this is the second letter they've sent her within the past 2 weeks regarding this matter. And withing those weeks, her grades took a nose dive due to the stress of having it hanging over her head. 

Tanzay continues to sort through her mail, determining what's junk and what's important along with school information. The next letter looked nothing like it was from anyone she knew, but it was handwritten and the address comes straight from campus. 

"This is weird."

"What?" Kiyana looks back from the stove.

The three girls were dorm neighbors, but spent a lot of time in Tanzay's room over the other girls'. Tanzay's dorm was more of a suite due to the sizeable settlement she received from a court case. 

When she doesn't answer, Kiyana grumbles and goes back to cooking since it was now her turn to make dinner. She often loved to get out of her chore, however, cooking was the one thing she hated doing.

Tanzay opens and reads the letter to herself. Her eyes widen and heart races. She looks up at Accia and Kiyana, "the Dean wants to meet with me to discuss my 'financial' situation."

"Oof," Accia grunts.

Tanzay glares at the financial aid letter again then back at the Dean's letter. The date on them seemed a little odd, Tanzay thinks.

"What are you going to do?" Kiyana begins plating the food.

"I'm going to go. The letter states," she gets up, sits at the table, "that because my grades are slipping," she helps Accia clean up her homework so the table can be set for dinner. "The Dean would like to have a word with me."

"That doesn't sound good," Kiyana says sarcastically.

Tanzay arches her brow.

Kiyana sucks her teeth, placing her hands on her hips, "since when does going to the Principal been any good?"

She knew it was no good but then she never got in trouble enough to get sent to the Principal's office. However, she has common sense enough.

"Yeah, you're right. There's a time appointment thingy for me to be there," she remembers the information located on the bottom of the page. "Tomorrow at lunchtime."

They sit at the table after it's set and begin to dig in.

"I'm going to go. Just in case it's real and I don't get in trouble," Tanzay makes her decision. 

"Well, I wouldn't go," Kiyana continues on, "it sounds like a scam and a waste of study time."

Tanzay rubs the bridge of her nose, "Since when do you care about study time?" 

Kiyana is known to be over opinionated and often her opinion is not needed and/or taken too far.

"Stop it, Kiyana," Tanzay warns, "IF there is a way to fix it then why not try it."

"Could be some pervert trying to get you into bed," Kiyana grins.

Little does Kiyana or Accia knows that statement was almost true. The reason why she transferred to Yate E State University is something she's still fighting, apparently. 

"I highly doubt they'd send me their address, email, phone, mobile, and fax number," Tanzay curves the corners of her mouth while holding the paper with said information on it.

"Never know these days," Kiyana chaffed stabbing her greens with her fork.

"Come on, Kiyana. Stop it." Accia warns. She looks at Tanzay, "if you do decide to go, which I hope you do, I hope it goes well."

"Thank you, Accia." Tanzay glares at Kiyana, "at least someone supports my decision."

"I didn't say I didn't support it," Kiyana defends.

"Naw, forget it." Tanzay waves her off. 

They continue the night having dinner, helping each other with homework, talking about boys which Tanzay had little interest in, but kept up the charade. They also watched movies, Kiyana and Accia went to their own dorms before 10:30 pm.

Now alone, Tanzay revisits the financial aid letter along with the Dean's letter. 

This is all so confusing. I always made sure I had money in my account, she thinks to herself. 

Putting the letter down, she climbs into bed, she'd have to worry about it in the morning.