The hands on the clock ticked lazily across their numbered surface, each soft click inducing another simultaneous groan in the classroom. I propped my chin on my hand, absently doodling a flower on my paper with the other to pass the time.
Mr. Collier continued to drone on about the history of some unimportant war up front. He was rather good looking, young, with light brown hair and stubble, and handsome hazel eyes. All the girls in my class swooned over him every time he walked by.
But today, something seemed off about him. He stumbled around the classroom and his lectures weren't nearly as fascinating as they normally were.
A collective sigh of relief seep through the classroom as the bell rang, signaling the end of class and the start of winter break. I quickly gathered my things, shoveling them into my backpack. I had already gotten to the door when I was stopped by Mr. Collier.
"Miss Meyer, can I see you for a moment?"
"What is it this time?" I muttered under my breath, an...