Pissubus
Ms. Craven sat up on the side of the bed. She blinked her tired eyes. It was harder to get up this morning. Not a good sign. She stood and her right knee ached. Definitely not a good sign. She trudged to the bathroom. She felt much more tired than she did yesterday morning. She looked in the mirror at her straight shiny black hair, bangs cut in the front. A white hair! Horrors. She yanked it out. She needed healing soon. "Pop quiz!" she announced to her 8 am Psych. 101 class. It...