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Wanted Here – Ch.13 | KT OLLA

VINCENT Macaulay used to be Marcuz’s favorite uncle. But the boy stopped liking his uncle a few years before.

It was the year that the lad gained admission into Cannon and his uncle insisted he shouldn’t take the offer.

The man went quite fierce against Marcuz’s choice. He would talk to the boy’s parents about stopping him.

Yet Mr. and Mrs. López had simply asked their son what he wanted, and he chose Cannon.

So they supported him and sent him there.

But then Marcuz’s relationship with his uncle was ruined already. The kid hated him and didn’t want anything to do with him.

So, when the older man came up again after the death of Marcuz’s parents, and offered to be guardian to him and Luca, Marcuz turned him down without a second thought.

The young one was afraid that his uncle might make him transfer from Cannon University. So he turned down his offer for Cannon’s sake.

Yet now that he was desperately needing an older guide, he wished so much to have his uncle back...

More especially then when he’d offered his hand.

Marcuz got up after absorbing all the sense of meaning in his uncle’s text.

He looked up and it was 10 past 12. He realized he’d being gleaning from those words for 10 whole minutes.

The caring words relieved the early-20, and so much he wanted them to continue.

He decided to reach out to “Uncle Vincent.” He was going to go by late evening.

So then Marcuz put off the TV and turned inside his bedroom to sleep.

He was going to bed then, but he was starting a new day. It was a new chapter with family.

So as he climbed on his bed and lay down, he pondered on Vincent’s reason.

The reason he stood that firm against Cannon.

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Vincent Macaulay didn’t become an opposer of Cannon in a day. The man was in fact an alumnus of the college.

Still, he was the beginning of everything wrong with the school body. And he knew it, too.

But the story had begun with a small group of people at Cannon. It had started some 18 years before.

That year, 3 people from Cannon won The Laureate Atlantis, a world-acclaimed award for innovation and discovery in science.

Now Cannon won this award in 2 separate categories. They were Physics and Chemistry.

The physics award was won by a professor, while that of chemistry was shared between a professor and a graduate student.

Still that feat was a big one for Cannon University. So it turned the media’s attention on them.

Thousands of people across the Americas became curious about the school. People soon learned that Cannon was a hub for invention. 

Yes, it became the popular talk across North and South America...

Then the years after, the university attained yet a new fame for its College of Functional Arts.

Its alumni from the departments of language and film studies, graphics and comic art, and literary art, too, went on to make success at the movies, animated cartoons and genre novels.

So Cannon University’s fame went on to spread beyond the Pacific westward and the Atlantic eastward. Till it had grazed the shores of a hundred states.

Cannon bloomed this brightly, like flowers in their prime. And so the world watched on to know more.

However, years followed and almost nothing came out of the school again.

Then after the long drought of events and invention, a new chance was born.

A team of four Ph.D candidates from Cannon University published a research.

It was a trailblazer discovery in physics. Then their study went on to win the Atlantis also.

Meanwhile, the candidates didn’t involve any of their lecturers in the work. And this bruised the teachers’ pride.

People praised the school for giving prodigies room for growth. But the talks didn’t stop at the praises.

Talks and chatters flew around, everywhere on the Caribbean Sea...

People chatted that, since the lecturers couldn’t continue with their  earlier genius, it may be that the previous works, too, were solely done by students.

The Caribbeans talked about these things in a heated way. And so much the water waves brought them back to Cannon.

Those widespread chatters, intimidated the gaint.

The professors at Cannon University wanted to do something. They wanted to prove they had stuff, too. But there was almost nothing they could do.

The Cannon lecturers were the type to fight for ego.

Self-honor and the pride of what they were. These were what they cared for.

So the lecturers wouldn’t stay quiet, allowing people to talk them down...

Therefore, they called the previous graduate student. The one who shared the award in chemistry with his professor. They called him to give press statement.

That dude was a Ph.D. student when he bagged the Atlantis a few years before.

That Cannon star, then, was Vincent Macaulay. He was the start of the school’s trouble.

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