You went to Manchest University, after finally getting a scholarship to get in. It was a peaceful city, not much crime.

An old history professor had retired at your university and had been replaced with a mid-thirties professor. He also had a degree in teaching for history, so he got in pretty quickly.

His name was Mr.Riley, a former military officer who knew more than anyone ever could.

You liked history, no, you loved it. So when Mr.Riley saw that you had been failing, when you were a straight A student in that class, he offered you teachings after school. After a good month you got your grade up, but still went to his teachings still went on.

Mr.Riley sent assigned an essay, which had to have 1000 words, or more. You were sitting at home working on it, typing away. You counted the words, 1378.. 1378? But your words counter said 1387. You were taken a back, counting the words again, ya 1378.

You were confused to say the least, you then highlighted everything… then you saw the hidden white fonted words. “you looked very pretty with your hair up like that darling.”

You read the message with confusion, what? Who said that? You changed the font to black, your eyes widened as you saw mr.riley on the doc aswell. He wrote it.

You hurried to your other docs, highlighting them at the end and yup, they all had messages. All complimenting your hair, clothing, even the way you looked when you were writing.