Better Learning System

''I told you, forget about the Ivy league schools they are not your level. Get ready to attend the city college, okay?'' Mr. Maxwell said to his son, Prince Maxwell. He was so sure that he was giving Prince the best advice. Of course, it appeared to be the best advice as Prince Maxwell had struggled to study the past questions that he downloaded from the internet. Everything looked strange to him. The Ivy league was indeed for special children, and he was in no way special. His friend Cody Banks didn't have to go through this sort of difficulty before he entered the Ivy league school because his parents were wealthy enough to pay for his tuition completely, unlike Prince Maxwell who had to be admitted through scholarship. Of course, if he was going to be offered a scholarship, he had to prove that he was worth every single dime that the school will spend on him. So he was desperate to pass the exam. Prince Maxwell gritted his teeth and chewed at the bottom of his pen as he star

Prince Maxwell woke up the following day unsure of whether what he supposedly dreamt about was real. ''Good luck Prince. I hope you make it through, that will do the family a lot of good, at least your father won't have to spend money on your tuition at all,'' Prince's mother said to him as she gave him final grooming on his appearance. Prince's mind was still in last night's business, so he did not care to reply to his mother as he was sure that he had bigger fish to fry. Mrs. Maxwell glanced at Prince closely as she tucked his curly blonde hair behind his ears. He seemed different, he seemed detached. ''Sleep well?'' she eventually had to ask him.''Prince, come on out, you are getting late,'' Mr. Maxwell called from outside. Since Prince was going to an Ivy League school to take his entrance, Mr. Maxwell had to agree that allowing Prince to take a train or a bus and have to walk into the school while most students would arrive in heavy luxurious cars would affect him, so he o

Prince got up from his seat after twenty minutes. Mrs. Echelon frowned with contempt, she was sure that Prince had not finished, and had started his nuisance again. "What do you really want, young man?" she asked warily. Prince didn't say anything, instead he handed his answers over to her. Mrs. Echelon gasped."Have you finished?" she asked in shock. Prince nodded.Mrs. Echelon opened Prince's answer sheet and took a look at it.She didn't know anything about most if the questions that we're set, but she could see that Prince had really worked on them and finished them. What the hell? She didn't know what to do. She stared at the papers in her hand, then at Prince. "Are you sure? As soon as I lock in your script there is no turning back," Mrs. Echelon said. Prince nodded. "Very well then look into the green light," she instructed Prince. There was a green laser-like light in front of her and she made Prince look at it. The green gentle light scanned Prince's eyeball as h

''I think he has the system. I think my son has discovered the system. But how is it possible?'' when Mr. Maxwell arrived at work the following day, he went straight to his superior's office to make the report. Professor Gabin, a renowned scientist in the country, was sitting with his bulky stomach nearly resting on the surface of his desk as he looked at Mr. Maxwell ranting away. ''What system?'' he asked Mr. Maxwell. ''You know it. The Better Learning system that we invented years ago? How long has it been since we invented it and it failed?'' Mr. Maxwell asked. Professor Gabin swallowed hard. The Better Learning System was originally invented by Mr. Maxwell, single-handedly. He made this invention all by himself, even though it was registered under his company's name. After a lifetime of what seemed to be a failed career, Mr. Maxwell, a talented scientist, opted to work a regular job at a private scientific company where he toiled day and night, inventing the best machines a

Seeing his father like this, Prince Maxwell didn't like it for a day. Prince didn't even know if the system was real, or if he was dreaming. It all happened in the twinkle of an eye, and he had still not been able to grasp it. Then?His father shows up claiming to know that something is wrong with him because he passed the exam with flying colors, is borderline crazy, and his mother blames it on ''one of his father's inventions.''Could it be that this invention that they spoke of was the system he was seeing in...his dream.Prince Maxwell heaved a tired sigh and sank into the leather sofa in his room. He was going to have his first day at school in two days' time. It was a Friday currently, and he was done packing.He was excited, yet he was bothered about his father.His father's health and appearance had deteriorated so much that his father could no longer leave the house, but guess what, he was still working for Gabin Inventors.When Professor Gabin heard about Mr. Maxwell's ai