𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒚 (𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚)

Welocme to Anatomy

1. "the branch of science concerned with the bodily structure of humans, animals, and other living organisms, especially as revealed by dissection and the separation of parts."

2. "a study of the structure or internal workings of something."
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**story was made last September, but then unpublished lol**

"And what the fuck do you care?" I said.

"Bitch, why are you cursing?"

"Who the fuck are you calling a bitch?!"

"You!"

"Fuck you, Rome. Get the fuck out my face," I said, slamming the car door.

"Don't be slamming my mother fucking shit!"

"But when you slammed that hoe the other day, it wasn't a problem then was it? Oh okay!" I said, rolling my eyes.

"That was one girl! Why you still tripping? If you got a problem then get the fuck out my house!"

"And will!"

"And where you gone go?"

"I'm gonna stay at Lampy's,"

"That fat ass bitch!"

"Wasn't yo mama fat when she had to get buried? Didn't you and yo brothers have a hard time carrying her casket?" I said, crossing my arms.

"You didn't even have to say all that, you sorry fuck!"

"Just like yo damn daddy. I see where you get your behavior from,"

"Eat a dick, bitch!" He said, as he swerved off the lot.

Rome and I have been together for four unhappy years. Well really three unhappy years. The first year was cool until he wanted to act single again. Yeah, we've been on and off and tried to work it out, but lately it hasn't been getting any better.

We've been living together from the start really and it was a huge mistake. I'm trying to move out right now. Rome use to be the perfect guy and now I can't stand him and I don't wanna be around him. He's been verbally abusive, physically abusive and a just all around headache.

"I can get my shotgun ready if you need it," Lampy said.

"No, it's all good. I'm close to getting out of his shit anyway,"

Lampy is a big girl, but she wasn't an ugly big girl. Lampy can still pull any nigga she ever wanted and whoever she wants. Lampy is a bi-racial girl. She has long curly red hair, freckles, plump lips, grey eyes, a round face, pretty teeth, thick thighs, and three nose rings. People call her fat because of her gut, but she doesn't care because she knows how she looks! But Lampy is one to always keep her appearance up. Nails done, hair did, clothes looking good, shoes brand new, everything is always gonna look good on Lampy. Why is her name Lampy? It's a childhood nickname for her because she would always keep her lamps on in the dark. Her real name is Lavender.

"When I'm done with school, I'll be making more money than he's ever fucking seen! Won't have to worry about me anymore. Get me a car too! He's such a fucking bum,"

"I feel sorry for you girl. You can stay with me for a few days if you like,"

"You know I am. He's such a sick bastard!"

"Look, don't trip off of him, Honey. You got way better things to do. Is that another bruise?"

"Yeah. He threw one of my heels at me! Shit hurts!"

"I don't know how you do it..."

"I just fight back. Not gonna be no punk for no nigga,"

"What class you got right now?"

"Human Anatomy,"

"Okay. Let me know when you're free, okay?"

"Yeah..."

I walked to my class which was on the other side of the building. My nerves are irked and my head is banging.

Me on the other hand, I'm all around black. Blessed boo. I guess you can say I'm slim, but I'm not skinny. Kind of how Chloe Bailey looks. Yeah! I call her my twin! I have a bunch of art on my body and they all have meaning to them. My eyes are brown, lips are full, nose is narrow, beauty mark sit above my lip on the left side, and hair is braided under this wig LMAO! I'll probably get some locs though.

I walked into class and it wasn't really full. It was like ten other students in here. I went up the steps and sat in the middle. I examined the room and five other students were talking, four of them were spaced out, and then u had me, staying to myself. Not sure how this semester will go, but I'm hoping for the best since it's my last round! About four more students came in and sat down. I wonder who's the teacher and how they'll look? On my schedule it says Mr. Hazel-wood. He's probably in his 40s to early 50s and wears glasses and buttoned down shirts. Probably white too.

I was texting Lampy about my plans for tonight. I am so not staying at that house. We were going back and forth talking about this nigga up until the class door creaked. I looked up and this tall light skin male walks in the room. He must be a student. Damn he's fine!

Oh...

He's not a student...

This is the teacher.

"Wassup, y'all," he greeted.

He sat his belongings down on the desk and looked up and smiled at everybody. He looked at me and waved. I waved back.

Mr. Hazel-wood looked liked he belonged in one of these seats! He had blonde hair, tattoos on his body-even on his face! He had a shoe tattoo and a word, but I can't really see it. He had sharp cheek bones, nice pink lips, he's tall as hell, looks to be skinny but fit, and he also has freckles.

"Hello, I'm your teacher, Mr. Hazel-wood. Welcome to Anatomy," he said, his voice smooth and inviting.

I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach. This was definitely not the middle-aged professor I had envisioned.

"Let's get straight to it. I want to know who you are, so we'll start with a quick introduction. Just your name and a fun fact about yourself," he continued, leaning casually against the desk.

As he called on students one by one, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation. When it was finally my turn, I cleared my throat.

"Hey, I'm Honey. Fun fact? I can draw pretty much anything, but I don't share my art with just anyone."

He nodded, a glimmer of interest in his eyes. "I respect that, Honey. Keep that talent close. Art is a powerful form of expression."

After a few more introductions, Mr. Hazel-wood dove into the syllabus, his passion for the subject evident. I found myself hanging on his every word, forgetting about the drama with Rome and the bruises that adorned my skin.

As the class went on, I couldn't help but notice the way he moved around the room, engaging with each student, making anatomy seem less like a chore and more like an adventure.

When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. I wanted to know more about this intriguing teacher, but I also had to face the reality of my situation back home.

"Don't forget to read Chapter One for next class," Mr. Hazel-wood called out as we packed up our things. "And feel free to come to me with any questions or if you just want to chat about anatomy or art."

I caught his eye as I walked out, and he gave me a small smile. My heart raced. Maybe this semester would turn out better than I thought.