Professor Purdy

Meeting the Professor

JANICE POV

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm screeched as it depicted 6:30 am. I slammed my palm on top of it and yawned. " Well, I wonder what the world has in store for me today. " I said as I scratched my head. I was an average freshman in college, 4'8, blue grey eyes, and long brown hair. I had an hour glass figure, and with that came the part of my body I hated, my boobs. It looked like Mt. Everest was on my chest. Why won't they go away?!

I walked to my first class, world history. The professor, Mr. Perkins had to retire because he was moving far from the college. We were getting a new one. He didn't give us any info on this mystery person, which led me to believe that we wouldn't like him. I sat in my usual seat, waiting for our new professor to show up. He was 20 minutes late. Great. I was just about to leave, but sat down when I heard a voice. " Alright everyone, sorry for being so late! I'm Professor Purdy! "

I looked up and saw the most handsome man on earth. He had long dark brown hair, brown eyes, perfect little nose, and a pearly white smile.
" Well everyone, I'm your new Professor, Ashley Purdy. Now, open up your textbooks to chapter 12. We'll start there. "

We started reading and he stopped and laughed. " You know what I think is stupid about this text, it says all the women had to dress the same. Well, I think that's stupid. You now what " normal " is? A setting on a washing machine. No one wants to be that. " I just looked at him. What is this feeling I had? It was warm and fuzzy. I must be going insane, all I've ever felt is sadness and pain.

I raised my hand and he looked up.
" Yes? " " Where did you come from Mr. Purdy? I looks like you don't know anything about this topic. " " I came from Missouri. I taught in the college over there. " I nodded my head.

" Emo fag! " I heard someone scream from the top of the seats. I just sighed and dealt with it, until the professor said something. " You, young man, shut the hell up and I don't want another word to come out your damn mouth! Understand? "
" It isn't my fault she cuts and and don't have any friends! I'm outta here." He got his bag and left class.

" Janice Walters, I want to see you after class. We have something to talk about. " I sighed as the class ended. I jogged down the steps and stood in front of him. " Yes professor? You need something? " " Let me see your wrists. " He went for my wrists and I pulled back. " No. I don't want to show you. Goodbye. " I was about to walk away and up the stairs, but felt arms around me. " What the hell?! Are you crazy?! " He turned me around and yanked my sleeves up. His eyes filled with sadness. " Janice. "