*Hello to everyone. I've done a little revamping of this story. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcome.
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Hello, my name is Angela Monroe and this is my story. Here's a little about me. I'm 5'6, 180 lbs, I have dark mocha skin, full kissable lips, full hips, and big brown eyes. Some people would say that I'm fat. That is definitely not the case. I'm just curvy. I try to get into the gym at least three times a week but sometimes that doesn't happen. I also try to eat as right as possible but sometimes THAT doesn't happen either. What can you do?
I have an "on again off again" boyfriend named Devon. He plays football for the college we both attend. He's away a lot. The distance between us puts a strain on our relationship and we tend to let it break us apart. At the moment we're on again. Hopefully we'll make it through this time.
I'm a Senior Voice Performance Major at the college I attend. My plan after graduation is to sing in a grad school in Germany or England. I have auditioned already for two conservatories in both countries. I should get confirmation of where I'm going very soon. To fulfill my requirements for graduation I have to take both major classes as well as classes they call "core" classes. It was in one of my core classes that everything began to change for me.
It was my World History class. I was watching my favorite professor of all time give a lecture on World War II. His name is Shane Thomison. Not only is this man a gifted professor but he's the most attractive man I've ever seen. He's about 6'2, 215lbs of pure muscle, clear olive skin, green eyes, black hair, a strong chin, beautiful white teeth, and a smile that melts your heart.
Our class period is usually divided into two sections. The first half of the period is lecture while the second is group work. While we were in groups Mr. Thomison sat and graded our recently submitted take home tests. I couldn't help but look up and gaze at him from time to time. The others in my group were in deep discussion on how we should depict Hitler's betrayal of the Soviet Union. When I finally decided to contribute to the group project, Mr. Thomison called me to his desk. I'd been so engrossed in the conversation that I didn't even hear him call my name. My name was called a second time; and this time it got the attention of the class,
"Angela Monroe, could you please come to my desk?"
I got up from my chair and went to his desk. His expression was very serious.
He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Ms. Monroe I need to see you after class."
"Ok, may I ask why?" I enquired.
"I would rather not talk about it right now. Please see me when class is over." He replied.
"Ok!"
I smiled at him and went back to my chair.
My best friend Francessca, who was in the same group with me looked up from the group and asked,
"What was that about?"
"I don't know, he wants me to stay after class to talk to him about something." I replied as I sat back down in my chair.
"Do you want me to wait for you?"
"No, You go on ahead, I'll tell you about it when I get home. It shouldn't take no more than a few minutes."
She looked at me and then looked at Mr. Thomison. She shook her head as if she knew something I didn't. She looked as though she was going to say something else but then class was over. Everyone gathered their things and left the classroom. Before Chessa left she looked at me and said softly,
"Ang, I'll talk to you later, but if anything goes wrong you call me immediately ok?"
"Chessa you have nothing to worry about. I didn't do anything wrong. I'll talk to you later ok?" I said with a smile. I was trying to reassure her but I don't think it worked.
"Alright." She hesitantly replied.
Chessa walked away from the desk towards the door. Before she left out the room she glanced worriedly at Mr. Thomison and I once more, shook her head and walked out. Chessa didn't like Mr. Thomison that much. He was known for being a hard-ass with some of his students. She also knew that I had the biggest crush on him so she had reason to be worried. She and I both were not prepared for what happened that afternoon in Mr. Thomison's classroom.
When I was sure that everyone was out of the room, I went to his desk,
"Mr. Thomison what did you need to talk to me about?" I asked.
He looked up from his desk and replied, "Ms. Monroe I'm almost done. Please take a seat at one of the desks and I will get to you in just a moment."
I was surprised at his curt tone but thought nothing of it and sat at one of the desks. I took out a book and began to read. Time went by very slowly. Finally Mr. Thomison cleared his throat to signal that he was ready for me. I looked up and found him staring at me. His stare made me feel uncomfortable but I refused to flinch.
"Ms. Monroe, the reason why I kept you after class is because I wanted to talk to you privately."
"Ok, about what?" I asked.
He picked up one of the tests off his desk.
"Ms. Monroe you recently turned in a take home test."
"Yes I did." I replied
"Well, as I was grading your test, I found something very strange. And so I did some research and a whole new problem came about."
I was beginning to get very uneasy with this conversation.
"I don't understand what you're saying Mr. Thomison. What's wrong with my test?"
"Do you know the penalty for cheating?"
I was stunned, "What are you talking about? Do you think I cheated on that test? If that's what you're saying then you're wrong. I didn't cheat on that test."
"Really? Well this copy that I have from a former student causes me to beg to differ!" He replied as he waive the papers in front of me.