Monroe.” Dr. Taylor’s mouth twisted in a brief smile as he handed me a test. “Car trouble,” I muttered, feeling the burn of my much younger classmates’ eyes on my back. He glanced at my feet, and I shifted uncomfortably. My jeans were soaked from the knees down and my fashionable black boots were a watery mess. Damn snow. When my car wouldn’t start this morning, I’d had no choice but to walk all the way from my apartment building to class. Even bad weather and car trouble couldn’t keep me away from my Behavioral Psychology final exam. After four and a half years in college, I was finally going to graduate. This test was the last final of my last semester. Nope. Not even ten feet of snow could keep me away. Bring it on, Mother Nature. “Good luck on your test.” Dr. Taylor’s gaze swept over me and caused my tummy to flutter. I clutched my shoulder bag and found a seat before he witnessed my face flushing.
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