Good Morning Class

Trapped inside my house by the snow again, so I started writing a story. This is what I have so far:


She walked into her class and looked around. She had always thought that the Middle Ages weren't really that important, but the university said she had to take one class about them to graduate. She had chosen Medieval Literature, an easy class. She would do her Italian homework during this period she decided. At that moment the professor walked in. He was a tall, dashing young man. His head was covered with a mess of brown hair. His eyes where a deep, stormy blue. He stepped up to his podium, instantly commanding the entire room's attention. "Good morning class," he addressed them. He caught her staring at him and smiled back. Maybe I will stay away awake in this class, she mussed.