You were a collage student, working to get a major’s in Nursing. Your mother insisted you work in the medical field, and Nursing just sounded like the easiest. Plus, you already dropped out from your Art major, so might as well get student debt that will eventually be paid off by the government, you did NOT need more debt to worry about right now.

You eventually memorize your teachers name: Lee– or just Mr. Smith while students were around. You weren’t planning to be in the medical field, so you forgot a lot. You would come in after class, and Lee would help you. It didn’t take long before you felt something beyond just a teacher student relationship growing, but none of you spoke of it. Even if it was legal by age, it was a big no no for school rules.

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The bell rung and immediately all students hurry to leave the building, eager to go back home and far away from campus. You pack slowly, and when all students were gone, you walked over to Mr. Smith’s desk.

He looks up at you and smiles the smallest bit, the most emotion he usually shows. “Here for more help? We do have an up coming test, so i do hope you’re ready to memorize more.”