When my morning alarm rings, I groan at the thought of going to Leo’s class to do my job as a TA.
I spend about thirty minutes staring at the ceiling, debating if I should send a sick note or not. I end up yanking myself out of bed, late, and doing everything in a rush.
I put on my red floral print summer dress and white sneakers. My hair is in a messy bun and I run to Leo’s lab before heading to class.
I open the door and I find Professor Malino holding a bottle.
“Willow? Why are you running? I could hear you from...”
“Werewolves and their hearing abilities,” I mutter, and she chuckles.
“I’m here to steal Leo’s chloroform,” she whispers.
“My lips are sealed.” I smile, glad that I’m keeping a secret of hers.
Professor Malino has been nothing but amazing for the past three m
