Willow
I am lying in bed, staring at the ceiling with the relief that I woke up before my alarm clock rang.
When I finally pick up my phone from the nightstand, I scream. “Oh, no! Goodness, no!”
The class will be starting in an hour! I didn’t set an alarm clock, and I should already be in class with Dr. Brown to prepare for the lesson.
I yank myself out of bed to take the quickest shower of my life, and I wear the first dress that I set my eyes on, with my heart already drumming as I think of my 15-minute run to the chemistry lecture room.
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“I’m sorry I’m late, Doctor Brown,” I say breathlessly as I enter the empty lecture hall twenty minutes before class.
“Hello, Willow Gordon,” he says, looking up from the computer, his greyish-blue eyes are cold and a little scary
