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too,” Will chimed in.
Amanda walked away from the television to check her mailbox. There was a small, white envelope in her box with no writing on it. She opened the envelope up and fell onto the chair next to the mailboxes.
“Amanda, are you okay?” Will asked, walking toward her.
“Check your box,” she anxiously mumbled.
Will checked his box and he had the same small, plain white envelope in it. “Guys, get over here and check your mailboxes,” Will yelled.
Abrams, Jack and Sean all had the same small, white envelope in their mailboxes. Sean quickly looked through the other students’ mailboxes, but they were the only ones that had the envelopes.
“Holy shit!” Sean uttered.
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“ My office at 11:30 to discuss your exam. Prof. Isaiah Kirshner, ” Amanda’s note read.
Each of them had the same note with different times, fifteen minutes apart. It appeared that Kirshner was going to question them one at a time, like a police detective. Unfortunately for Amanda, she was first and had only two minutes to get to his office for Kirshner interrogations.
“Does he really think we cheated?” Sean asked.
“What do you think? We are the only ones with these stupid appointment notes,” Abrams quickly responded.
“I have to go right now. What are we going to do?” Amanda said.
“There is nothing to worry about. Let’s see what he has to say, and we will all deal with it together,” Will said, holding her hand.
Amanda ran down the hallway to Kirshner’s office. The door was wide open, but Kirshner was not in the office. Amanda did not know if she should wait outside, or have a seat in his office. She decided to sit in his office.
She looked around; it was surprisingly nicely decorated with books on Criminal Law and police investigation. The door slammed shut behind her as Kirshner flew into the room, walking past her without saying a word. He dropped into the chair and looked at Amanda.
“I got this in my mailbox,” she mumbled quietly.
“I know. What do you have to say for yourself?” Kirshner questioned.
“I’m not sure what this is about,” she responded.
“You and your friends cheated on my examination, or did you already try to forget what you did?”
“Professor Kirshner, we did not cheat. I have never cheated on anything in my whole life,” she said with her sweet, southern accent.
“Martin. Your last name is Martin and you’re from Charleston?” he asked.
“Yes, I lived there my whole life before I came here,” she answered.
“Your mother isn’t Bobbie Martin?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s still practicing there?”
“Yeah, you know her?” she asked.
“Many years ago, but, let’s get back to your examination. How do you explain that you and your four friends had nearly similar answers on all three of my questions?”
“We study together; we’re in a study group. We have been since almost the first day. We all studied real hard for your test, and I can assure you that none of us needed to cheat. We all knew the material so well. We …”
“Fine, you’re obviously not willing to sell out your friends, but chances are that one of the other four will be.”
“Professor, honestly, we did not cheat,” she pleaded.
“How can you be so sure, Ms. Martin, that none of your friends cheated?”
“I just know them. We studied forever for your exam because we knew it was going to be tough, and …”
“Enough, you can leave now, Ms. Martin. I will be in contact with you once I am done with my investigation, and I will let you know how I will proceed. Until that time, I suggest you keep our conversation to yourself. I will not be reporting this to the dean until I have finished with my investigation. Good day, Ms. Martin.” Kirshner stood up and opened the door.
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After Kirshner questioned each of them, they all gathered back at Amanda’s dorm room.
“What the fuck are we going to do?” Abrams yelled.
“Y’all, he did not believe a
Amanda walked away from the television to check her mailbox. There was a small, white envelope in her box with no writing on it. She opened the envelope up and fell onto the chair next to the mailboxes.
“Amanda, are you okay?” Will asked, walking toward her.
“Check your box,” she anxiously mumbled.
Will checked his box and he had the same small, plain white envelope in it. “Guys, get over here and check your mailboxes,” Will yelled.
Abrams, Jack and Sean all had the same small, white envelope in their mailboxes. Sean quickly looked through the other students’ mailboxes, but they were the only ones that had the envelopes.
“Holy shit!” Sean uttered.
C hapter 33
“ My office at 11:30 to discuss your exam. Prof. Isaiah Kirshner, ” Amanda’s note read.
Each of them had the same note with different times, fifteen minutes apart. It appeared that Kirshner was going to question them one at a time, like a police detective. Unfortunately for Amanda, she was first and had only two minutes to get to his office for Kirshner interrogations.
“Does he really think we cheated?” Sean asked.
“What do you think? We are the only ones with these stupid appointment notes,” Abrams quickly responded.
“I have to go right now. What are we going to do?” Amanda said.
“There is nothing to worry about. Let’s see what he has to say, and we will all deal with it together,” Will said, holding her hand.
Amanda ran down the hallway to Kirshner’s office. The door was wide open, but Kirshner was not in the office. Amanda did not know if she should wait outside, or have a seat in his office. She decided to sit in his office.
She looked around; it was surprisingly nicely decorated with books on Criminal Law and police investigation. The door slammed shut behind her as Kirshner flew into the room, walking past her without saying a word. He dropped into the chair and looked at Amanda.
“I got this in my mailbox,” she mumbled quietly.
“I know. What do you have to say for yourself?” Kirshner questioned.
“I’m not sure what this is about,” she responded.
“You and your friends cheated on my examination, or did you already try to forget what you did?”
“Professor Kirshner, we did not cheat. I have never cheated on anything in my whole life,” she said with her sweet, southern accent.
“Martin. Your last name is Martin and you’re from Charleston?” he asked.
“Yes, I lived there my whole life before I came here,” she answered.
“Your mother isn’t Bobbie Martin?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s still practicing there?”
“Yeah, you know her?” she asked.
“Many years ago, but, let’s get back to your examination. How do you explain that you and your four friends had nearly similar answers on all three of my questions?”
“We study together; we’re in a study group. We have been since almost the first day. We all studied real hard for your test, and I can assure you that none of us needed to cheat. We all knew the material so well. We …”
“Fine, you’re obviously not willing to sell out your friends, but chances are that one of the other four will be.”
“Professor, honestly, we did not cheat,” she pleaded.
“How can you be so sure, Ms. Martin, that none of your friends cheated?”
“I just know them. We studied forever for your exam because we knew it was going to be tough, and …”
“Enough, you can leave now, Ms. Martin. I will be in contact with you once I am done with my investigation, and I will let you know how I will proceed. Until that time, I suggest you keep our conversation to yourself. I will not be reporting this to the dean until I have finished with my investigation. Good day, Ms. Martin.” Kirshner stood up and opened the door.
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After Kirshner questioned each of them, they all gathered back at Amanda’s dorm room.
“What the fuck are we going to do?” Abrams yelled.
“Y’all, he did not believe a
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