Ebony Campbell has a lot on her plate. Balancing two jobs, finishing her last year in college, and a new man in her life. Just as things seem to find balance, life kicks in and makes things tougher. Decisions must be made, and one could possibly leave the last seven years of hard work destroyed.
Excerpt:
“Ms. Campbell, can I speak to you for a
moment?”
Dr. Jacobs stood in the doorway of the break
room, his expression stern.
Great, just what I needed, more stress.
I kept my sigh inaudible and gathered my
things. “Yes, just a moment.” I stuffed my belongings into my locker and then
followed behind him.
We walked down the long corridor beyond the
restrooms, past the infamous supply closet, and stopped outside in the open
air. He apparently didn’t want anyone hearing what he had to say.
“You will be starting fall classes soon,
correct?”
Straight to the point, no small talk.
“Yes, next week.”
He nodded, adjusted his glasses on his slender
nose. Dr. Jacobs was a decent man, though he lacked a lot in the looks
department. He had an over-the-belt belly that reminded me of my dad and a
receding hairline. In his day, he must have been a hell of a catch, at least to
Mrs. Jacobs. What I could not understand is what a nineteen-year-old college
freshman could see in him. What kind of favor did she earn by getting down on
her knees for her best friend’s dad?
I rubbed my eyes and forced the memory away.
“I take it you’ve finished reading the text
books I loaned you,” he continued, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
“Um, well…”
“You’ve had sufficient time to study them,
nearly three months.”
It was more like two-and-a-half, but I was not
about to correct him.
“I need them back. I can’t afford for you to be
caught with them when school is in session. Someone might think I helped you
cheat.”
“Help me cheat? I’ve never cheated”
“Shh!” He waved his stubby hands at me and
glanced around to make sure no one was within earshot of my brief outburst.
I ground my teeth and lowered my voice. “Dr.
Jacobs, you’ve known me for the last four years. You know I would never cheat.
I never viewed your loaning me those books as a way to breeze through my
classes.”
“Yes, well, others may not see it that way. I
need you to return them tomorrow. The
notes too, all of them. I trust you won’t forget.” Finished, he walked back
into the building. I could have sworn there was a satisfied gleam in his eye
and pep in his step.
Why the hell couldn’t he understand none of his
games were necessary? I could care less who Dr. Jacobs screwed. Two months had
gone by, and I hadn’t said a word. If holding his infidelity over his head was
my goal, it would have been done months ago.
Fine. He could have his damn books back. And
every last note card. They were outdated by twenty years anyway. What good
could they do me? Outdated chemistry charts and facts would not compete with
the modern day methods of animal husbandry.
But deep down, it felt like I was the one
getting screwed. And it wasn’t in a good way.
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Grrr... He does wrong...and of course...blame it on the innocent student. Double grrr... But again, it shows us a deeper glimpse of what a working/student has to contend with in order to see her dreams come to fruition. Great read!
ReplyDeleteOoh. Intriguing. Looking forward to reading this book!
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