My Last Breath Chapter 1

The day was cold, wet, and just all together dreary. The thunder cracked and lightning streaked the sky at odd intervals, I was on my way to class, Psychology 1 my very first of a busy day. I hurried down the rain slicked street, my jacket soaked through. Finally the old tall building loomed in front of me, covered in vines and Ivy, it almost gave it a rustic feel. I make my way inside welcoming the bustle of the students all anxious to get to class, I hurry to room 231 and get my desk situated, the professor smiles at me, "Ms. Blackwell." He greets me warmly, "Good morning Mr. Marks." I answer as I head to the coffee maker, starting a pot for my peers and myself.
15 minutes later class is in full swing and I'm hurriedly taking notes from the smart board, another paper was due in the next week, this one based off of "The mind of a Serial Killer." Something alot more interesting than the last paper I wrote, I smile to myself as I finish my notes and the Bell rings, dismissing me.