"Dean wants to see Miss. Ganes"
"What did she do?"
"Will she be expelled?"
"That's a bad luck for a final year student".
"I feel pity for her".
My course mates who were already standing at the hallway as if they were the ones being called, gossiped among themselves as I quietly walked on the hallway proceeding to the dean's office.
"What did I do?"
"Did Mr. Anderson reported me?"
It will be so bad if I was reported by Mr. Anderson, another extra year or... expulsion.
The dean's office was perfectly arranged. His desk was made of oak wood with books and registers on it. There is also a nameplate on the desk with Dean. Hardin C. Coldstone was written on it. The dean was sitting on a high-up leather chair and across him were random office chairs and armchairs for VIP's. On both sides
