Zephyr

I failed. I fucking failed.

I stared down at the crinkled piece of paper in my hands, my teeth grinding together so hard my jaw felt like it was going to snap.

A big, fat, blood-red "F" was stamped right on the page, practically mocking me.

This was complete and utter bullshit. Before they moved me to this new academic sector in Belmont, the other lecturer used to hand me "As" like they were fucking candy.

I never had to try. I never had to look at a textbook. But now? Now the person handling this godforsaken class was Dr. Hale, a woman who clearly got off on ruining...