His Demands

Chapter One

Not many people notice those that are quiet, yet it's the quiet ones that should be feared ~ anonymous

I trace the quote that lines my bookmark. It's well worn, the words have started to chip off making it harder to read, but by now I knew the words by heart. Closing my newest read, I fumble to pick up my back pack, shoving a large college history book and my new lap top in before hurrying out of my small apartment. It's a cozy little thing, making me feel more at home, I have a roommate but she's practically living with her boyfriend, she only has a couple of things in our hall closet not even using the extra bedroom. So I've  made it into my extra room were all my art and writing supplies were. She didn't mind in fact she was happy I was using it as she had felt bad for leaving me alone.

Thinking about Alicia and how crazy disorganized shes been has me tumbling into someone. Knocking the three books I carry out of my hands and onto the wet cement sidewalk. It had rained heavily last night, after the burning eighty degrees weather we had been having, I was grateful.

I drop to my knees trying to get to my books before they got wet as their all paper back, as I scramble for them I see some  fancy looking shoes. The legs of the shoes start  to bend down to help me, but I quickly grab my things and rush off.

It's not until I've walked inside the large cement building and into the amphitheater of a classroom, that I realize I dropped my bookmark. A small panic sets in, it was the last gift my grandmother had given me before Leaving for college. I check around me and the empty dark red theater seats. Not seeing it anywhere I crawl underneath my desk seeing if I dropped it their.

" Not many people notice those that are quiet, yet it's the quiet ones that should be feared ~ anonymous "

An elegant rigid raspy voice reads out the quote of my bookmark. But surely it's a coincidence, I continue looking when the voice speaks again.

"I found this bookmark, does it belong to any of you?"

At this I jerk up, forgetting about the table and smacking the back of my head against it as I sit up in my seat. At the loud bump I can hear people chuckling at me. Embarrassed of my clumsiness I quickly make my way down to the front of the class where the professor stands. I refuse to look at his face, mine being scarlet red I quickly grab my bookmark. Thanking him quietly before I rush back to my seat.

Seeing as I've already made a fool of myself, fate  seems to have the idea it's not enough as I trip over someone's back pack and land practically on my face. This has my class in an uproar, and me in tears. I drop my head, shielding my face with my long hair. Quickly and carefully do I make my way back to my seat. Finally at a place where I can't do damage, I look up and down to our professor, who seems to take  my breath away.

Hi hope you like the new chapter the quote at the top belongs to me as I write it.