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English professor
Skinwalker.
Bisexual.
Single.
Adult
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Sept 18, 2016 22:38:17 GMT
Post by Pippa Aislin Blackwood on Sept 18, 2016 22:38:17 GMT
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Pippa woke up late, for the first time in years. She rushed around her room, trying to find something appropriate to wear for her class. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were all dirty or just not right for the first impression on her students, and she was kicking herself for how late she stayed up the night before with thoughts of her student. She felt disgusting for the thoughts she had about Kaleolani. She wiggled on her tan skirt on, clasping it where it had to be and tugged on her blouse. She hated the first day of classes. Students didn’t want to be back listening to her drone on about literature and she could just talk and talk until they finally managed to escape. There were always a few students who would cling to her words, but they were starting to progress out of Phalanx. Some of them stayed on for a place to live, but mostly they moved on with their lives. She knew that she could very well do the same, but there was something about Phalanx that kept her stuck there. She loved her home in Louisiana and it was the first place she was ever able to feel safe. She wanted to provide that for someone else, just like the other professors did for her and her siblings.
The Scottish woman raced down the stairs and to her classroom, which was really a glorified living room with extra places to sit and an old green chalkboard pressed against a wall. She skidded into the room, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Hello all,” her Scottish accent still thick on her tongue, “so sorry I’m late.” She picked up a piece of chalk and wrote her name on the board.
“To those who know me, I’m Dr. Blackwood, and this is English Literature.”
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