Inducted

NBU, as National Business University ensured you called them, was not exactly what you would expect from a school some called a degreemill. For most people, it was an online school, but for those in the area Alexa lived in, it was a primary, secondary and even graduate school. The founder, as if a prophet, was plastered around the entire school, an elderly and stern looking woman who looked more comfortable in the 19th vs the 21st century. Alexa shivered as she felt the eyes follow her around the entire complex. Diane's tight grip helped ease her tension.

A male assistant escorted them back to the enrollment office, chatting more with Diane and less with Alexa, as they had a sports team in common. Alexa, ever the obsessed thinker, had work on her mind. They reached a room full of dark wooden furniture, and the assistant let them in. A friendly looking blonde woman, just skirting the line of appropriate work dress, let them in.

"You're here for our Master's program, right? Let me get you in the system...." She said, smiling just a bit too wide. Alexa could tell she was new, but it was a relatively painless interaction. Her work had already emailed the documents over, and she found herself with a few documents needing signature. Other than that, it was a short, easy thing. The meeting was more about giving Alexa swag like a backpack and lanyard for National Business Academy (University, they said, was just the graduate branch name).

They promised she'd get a call to register for the upcoming semester soon. The blonde girl (and her chest which, if Alexa was a different woman would have made her jealous) waved her goodbye and promised to show her around campus next time she was there.

***

Diane was a woman of routine. She had that thought in her mind once again this evening. Alexa was, much like the rest of her kids, not one of routine. Stuck up in her room, working on god-knows what, she seemingly hadn't heard Diane shouting that dinner was ready or one of her many phonecalls. Monday night pasta nights was a family tradition, as was eating early in the evening (good for your digestion, Diane was sure to tell her kids). So Diane jumped into action, going up to Alexa's room, with her office having been condensed due to the presence of 5 children in the house and opening the door. Alexa was deep in focus.

"O-oh, my fault! Work, you know." Alexa said with a smile. Diane scowled a bit.

"Dinner is at 530." Diane then realized Alexa was in-fact an adult woman, and stopped herself. "Sorry, I just didn't want you to be hungry."

Dinner was delicious. Alexa had her seconds and thirds, much to Diane's urging, who smiled as the girl seemed to eat healthy for once. Once dinner was done, and the kids finished washing the dishes, Diane did some tidying up around the house before getting a text from Carol.

Have you checked Alexa?

That had totally slipped the matronly mothers mind. Dangit. She was, she guessed, a bit out of the game. Alexa was once again deep in focus, still in her work attire, and only disturbed once her tights were being pulled back by Diane. Soaked.

"Alexa. You need to make sure you're actually trying at this whole "using the potty thing", come on girl." Diane said, picking the petite woman up by her armpits. The crib made an alright changing station, and Diane, for once, didn't feel weirded out by changing the young girl in front of her. Easier to do if you don't consider her a fully grown woman, she supposed. Without missing a beat, a new, thicker nighttime diaper (at 6 pm!) was strapped onto the woman, and Alexa found her in the cute bunny onesie that she had been 'gifted' by Joan many moons ago.

It was so cozy, she just couldn't complain. Diane helped her up.

"Go hang up your diapers to your dry, I washed some of them already." Diane said, with Alexa nodding. At this point, she was slowly losing both her will to oppose Diane's stronger urging, and any annoyance about her diapers. Hanging them seemed minor...somewhat.

Alexa came back inside, and much like a moth to a flame, slowly got sucked into cartoons Joan was watching (oddly enough, Joan was in shorts and a t-shirt!). In no time, she was the first of the six asleep, with Diane taking her upstairs so as to not disturb the rest of the children. She seemed to still be a bit jetlagged. Diane got another text.

Hey there, this Young Tyke's Daycare for Alexa Johnson, sponsored by Diane Sauers. We just wanted to let you know that you are within range for our complimentary (YES, FREE!!), pickup service for your [error, variable AGE out of bounds......] youngster!!!! Please opt into this service by replying YES, or opt-out by replying NO. We will pick your [error, variable AGE out of bounds......] child up at 5:07 AM, as she is the first the route of our Tyke-mobile.

It was the easiest YES that Diane had ever sent.