August arrived with an unrelenting sun, its heat shimmering over the campus and lowering the water levels in the once-brisk river to a lazy, shallow stream. The days were long and heavy, a final, intense breath of summer. In this simmering stillness, a crucial document arrived for the final-year students: the official transcript detailing their full academic record and graduation class.
With bated breath, Ariana and Kian opened theirs together. Ariana's face broke into a radiant smile of pure triumph. Her relentless dedication was crystallized in a pristine First Class pass, with a GPA of 3.89. It was the highest possible honor, a testament to the countless late nights and sacrificed moments.
Kian scanned his document. He had achieved a solid and commendable Second Upper Class pass, with a GPA of 3.5. He thought of the part-time jobs, the family responsibilities, the shadow of his past that he had carried throughout his degree. In that context, this grade felt not like a compromise, but like a monumental victory earned through immense resilience. đź“Ś
The college announced the graduation ceremony for late August, the official capstone to their years of struggle and growth.
Meanwhile, a new academic pressure was building. Hazon's first-year final exams were scheduled to begin on August 15th. He was now buried in thick textbooks, preparing for five demanding subjects, including Criminal Law and Forensic Science. As one chapter was closing for Kian and Ariana, another intense battle was just beginning for Hazon, a reminder that the cycle of challenge and achievement at Silvercast was endless. đź“ť