One Hell Of A Year

Something cool

A week went by fast and classes started suddenly. Most of which, I payed attention in. One had my first female colleague attending.
I strolled into the door only to have the professor greet me by clapping his hands together. I jumped and looked up at him.
"Sorry, you looked a little drossy. Take a seat," he looked jolly. A little over weight, balding, nice clothes, and a grin on his face. Trusting.
"I was, thank you."
I took a seat next to an African American woman. She was thin. The tips of her curly hair were dyed red. Her eyes were a chocolate brown. "Jessica," she greeted me.
"Eden," I said.
We seemed to hit it off well. We had the same interests. If everything that gives someone nightmares is something people could bond over. Ghosts, ghouls, conspiracies, and everything else. We hardly payed any attention to what was going on up front. We just sat in the back whispering to each other until the class ended. We exchanged numbers and I left happy and full of energy.
That diluted over the day. By my last class, I had been drained. However, a familiar face stared back at me when I entered. John.
He waved at me and pushed up his glasses. I smiled back and sat next to him without thinking. "You've made a wise choice," he giggled.
I did the same.
The professor walked, or should I say dragged herself, in. She looked really sick. I mean really sick. She was somehow pale white and green at the same time. Her eyelids sat over her grey orbs like weights. Her hair looked like a birds nest. I would be surprised is there wasn't a bird living in it.
"What's wrong with her?" I whispered to John.
"Her husband left her. I'd guess she's hung over. She kind of looks like Shrek, doesn't she?"
I suppressed a laugh and watched her trip over herself. I couldn't help but feel a little bit bad for her. Ever sense dad died, mom had been having a hard time. That was years ago and she was still paranoid on loosing me. What this women was going through must have been worse. Just to know that they don't love you anymore. It must hurt.
My thoughts were interrupted when John bumped my shoulder, "something wrong?"
"No, I'm just...thinking."
"Ah, I see," he said slyly.
"Really, what do you see?"
"Nothing. So, do you want to do something later?"
"No, I won't have sex with you."
His face flustered and he shouted, "not that!" The professor didn't seem to notice. She seemed on the verge of a nap. Almost there but not quite. Like she was in a daze.
I laughed. "You look like tomato."
"Shut up," he said, "I want to show you something cool.
"And what might that be?"
"Well, you like creepy stuff right?"
"How did you know that?" I asked. The only one I had told was Jessica. Then again, my looks did point something out. You don't exactly walk outside with an Ouija board shirt on and expect people to not make conclusions. Still, there was something in the back of my mind telling me that this situation wasn't going to have a pleasant ending.
"Word gets around," those eyes though. They were blue. Too blue. The kind that would make you trust him anyways. The kind that would make you say...
"Sure, I'll go."