Prologue
Probably the absolute worst thing you could ever hear said at the beginning of a new semester in college is "Please welcome your new English professor…" Well, that and "Pop Quiz!"
Chapter 1 ~ Elizabeth
Every day is all the same, boring, and I'm getting tired of this whole 'college' thing. There is no such thing here, at this dump, as graduating early and even if there was my idiot brother has probably bribed the staff not to let me. Even if I do have the highest grades ever recorded at this school, my elder brother wants me to be 'normal'. Normality is so boring. I'm taking the most difficult class and that isn't even a challenge for me. Maybe if a different professor was hired my class would be more interesting.
"Good morning, Lizzy!" my dorm mate calls to me excitedly as she enters the sitting area where I am reading and takes a seat in the chair across from mine.
She's one of those over excited people who think they're your friend just because you speak to them sometimes, but in truth you can't stand to be around them. She's short and incredibly hyper. She has medium length sandy blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and is the most annoying person I know. I tolerate her; I suppose she is the closest thing I have to a 'friend'.
"Lizzy, Lizzy! Guess what!" She loudly demands.
"Ummmm, you found your brain?" I reply coldly, not looking up from my book.
"No, silly," She half giggles. She doesn't really understand sarcasm either, "We have a new professor!"
"English?" I reply and close my book. It doesn't look like I'll get to read it at this rate anyway.
"Yeah, how'd you know that?" she asks, genuinely confused. How can someone in college be so dim?
"That's the only class we have together," I explain.
"Oh….well, we better get to class. We want to make a good first impression, don't we?" she says kind of nervous.
"You're infatuated with him, aren't you?" I sigh.
"H-how did you know that?" she stutters.
"You mean other than the obvious blush on your face when I brought up the suggestion? You never get up this early for anything, in fact you really don't care if you're late for class or not. I'm guessing that you've already seen the new professor and think he's handsome. That's why you want to get to class so early, not to make a good impression, but to stare at someone you know you can't have," I say and stand up, putting my book on the side table between our chairs.
She stands up and, clasping her hands together under her chin, looks up at me with huge eyes, "Please Lizzy…..I don't want to go alone..," She begs.
"Fine, But I doubt he's going to be there..," I sigh.
She smiles really big, almost squeals and grabs my arm, "Thanks, Lizzy!" she says happily and starts dragging me towards the door.
"Wait, wait….Amy, wait, let me go. Let me get my things for class," I demand as I break free from her grip.
I already have on my uniform and shoes; apparently she thinks that's all you need for class. I put my black jacket and scarf on and grab my book bag.
"Come on, Lizzy! You're taking forever!" Amy whines.
"Calm yourself, it isn't like we're going to be late or anything, class starts at 8:30, it's 7:00," I say and walk through the door, Amy following excitedly.