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When I wake up, I find myself laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, with the relief that I woke up before my alarm clock rang. I finally pick up my phone and realize that the class will be starting in an hour! I didn’t set an alarm clock, and I should already be in class with Dr. Brown, in order to prepare for the lesson. I yank myself out of bed to take the quickest shower of my life, and I wear the first dress that I set my eyes on, with my heart already drumming as I think of my 15 minutes run to the chemistry lecture room. “I’m sorry I’m late, Doctor Brown,” I say breathlessly as I enter the empty lecture hall twenty minutes before class. “Hello Willow Gordon,” he looks up from the computer with a wide grin. Doctor Brown is the stalker? “Couldn’t my life be any worse?” I