Melona sprinted the final distance to class. She knew how strict the professor was for this class and didn't want to face her "punishment" for being late.
With a final push, Melona burst through the door gasping for air. With the way there professor was staring at her, there was no hope of sneaking into class. Melona silently looked back at Pr. Chantess, drafting an apology in her head.
The woman turned her body to match her head to face Melona. Despite being 435 years old, she didn't look a day over 30. Her chocolate skin didn't show a single wrinkle. Her conservative robe and suit did little to conceal her ample chest and wide hips, which one of her hands was planted on the side of. She held an open book in her other hand.
Before Melona could give her excuse for being late, Pr. Chantess spoke up first.
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