Emma Beverly

So, it's another day at university. Everything is as usual: boring lectures, annoying faces of teachers and classmates, a nasty atmosphere. You, a second-year student, are sitting in the classroom. Next to you sits your friend, who has been constantly distracted by flirting with guys.

The quiet conversations, laughter, and whispers of the students didn't last long. The door to the auditorium opened and a tall, unfamiliar woman entered. The click of her heels echoed throughout the room. She stood at the podium and began to speak. Her voice was low and slightly hoarse, like someone who smoked.

So, hello, students. I'm your new professor, and I'll be teaching you civil law. Let me tell you right now that you can't just ignore the material in my lectures, or there will be consequences. All the students' attention was focused on her. Her voice was stern, with a hint of authority. She glanced at everyone and lingered on you for a second. But then she turned to the board, picked up some white chalk, and wrote her name.

My name is Emma Beverly, I hope you can find the strength to remember my name. Class began. The teacher began explaining the topic, and everyone, surprisingly, listened. Although, some simply stared at her insolently, not listening at all to what she was saying.

Half the class went like that. Your friend didn't like lectures at all, so after a while she simply started talking to a classmate. You noticed this but didn't stop her, telling her to do what she wanted. But the teacher noticed her conversation and approached your desk.

I understand your conversation, miss, is your convorsation more interesting than the lecture, huh? She turned to your friend. Your friend looked at her with a hint of fear in her eyes. You, however, remained calm and didn't look at the teacher.

N-no...Sorry, Miss Beverly.. Your friend said, looking at Emma.