The Professor

Life

Hi ... ugh you see what I mean. What a boring intro anyways my name is Zyra I am 22 years old and my life is boring. I go to Harvard one of the top colleges. my parents are and old couple. But deep down I've been neglected my whole life. I've always wanted to be like my parents until they started to verbally and mentally abuse me but let's not get into all of that.

I'm stronger now and I speak my mind now and my view on life has ripped into pieces. Life is stupid and unfair and most of all boring. We walk we eat and we shut and go to sleep there is nothing exciting in this world at all or so I thought.

Tuesday - 5:30 am

Feeling the cold breeze of winter flow through my window on to my face feels like heaven. But the only down side is I have to go to school.

I open my eyes slowly and rub them softly.

" it's the first day of my senior year of college" I whine

Yea I totally forgot to add that small part I think oh well

I slowly crawl out of bed groaning.

As I'm getting ready in my dorm the last thins to do is my hair. My hair touches all the way down to the back of my knees caps and I'm 5'9. My hair is black at the top but transitions to white at the bottom.

(The picture is just visual purposes so her hair still goes to the back of her knee caps)

I got done doing all I need to do physically but I still needed clothes to wear

"Hmm i don't know what to wear" I mumble to myself

Maybe something sexy

Option 1
"It's definitely sexy" I giggle

Option 2

"This is definitely giving chest and I have a lot of that" I smile

"So which one will it be hmmm .... any meany miny Moe catch a tiger by its toe if I hollers let it go any Meany Miny Moe option 1 it is" I giggle

I put on a black thong and a black bra. I sprayed some perfume and I did a black widow look for makeup. It was almost 6:00 am about time for me to leave for my first class.

This year Harvard made a change and assigned one teacher to you for the whole year since it's my last one I don't care.

I walked out of my dorm. I had my purse with me and my black book-bag but I didn't carry it. It would ruin my whole outfit so I carried it while I was on my way to my class.

Ding (email)

I open the email and find out what teacher and what schedule I have.

"The teacher I'm assigned is new his name is professor ice cool name I guess" I mutter

I end up at my first class early as always nobody is here so that means I can have chocolate. I sit down in the very back row towards the middle.

Don't judge I love chocolate mostly snickers there my favorite of All time including caramel oh my gosh I love it all

I pull out a bag of snickers. I don't eat a lot I just eat like four or five.
As I got done eating I wiped my face and I gargled some water so my mouth wouldn't look like I just ate chocolate.

I get my things ready. I take my laptop out and my laptop charger out including my phone charger. And I start to log in until I herd the door open.

A tall man walked in big and bulky with jet black hair but a little white in it on the right side. His hair wasn't to short or to long. He walked with a pep in his step somewhat formally. He's wear a suit but his tattoos are so recognizable even with the suit on. His veins are like art to me. And his eye are a light grey.

He clears his throat, shaking me out of my thoughts.

"I asked what is your name sweetheart" he said in a low and dark tone

I clear my throat as-well
"Isn't it impolite to ask for a name and not give yours" I say with my arms crossed and legs crossed over one another.

"My apologies my name is professor ice" he speaks in a low tone

My eyes are widened and my heart is pounding

HES THE PROFESSOR WHAT THE F-

"There you go , nice job my name is Zyra Jones" I say trying to keep my calm

"Your very smart with your reply's to me miss jones" he growls sitting in his chair

"Of course I have to be I mean I got excepted into Harvard University for a reason" I say smiling

He chuckled but not in a funny way more like a low laugh as if a dog was growling at you.

"I suppose your right" he says

" I'm always right dummy" I say with a smug look on my face

"Dummy ? Mrs jones I think you better watch the way you speak to me or things might get out of hand do you understand me mrs jones" he threatened

My legs started to shake and my lips started to quiver due to fear. My head was down low and hair was blocking my view.

"Fix your face you classmates are about to enter" he spat

What happend could he not take an insult. I don't like him at all.