Willow
I am lying in bed, staring at the ceiling with the relief that I woke up before my alarm clock rang.
When finally pick up my phone from the nightstand, my hands start shaking. “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.
“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 cold and a little scary. “Did
