Becoming the Plague

"Are we born into destiny or does every choose in life shape how everything shall end?" Professor R. scratches his white soft hair while scanning his class till his pure white eyes are pointing straight at me as if I held the answers in my very breath. What seems like a life time he shuffles his papers and looks away. Slowly his old bones crack as he sits down setting his cane beside him, "That is your homewor.." His door flys open. The air seemed to freeze and go stale as a dark gloomy shadow that surrounds the male as he takes long strides into the room. "Miss. Ivy, Will you please follow me?"