The alarm rudely interrupted the eighteen year old's peaceful sleep, and with a frustrated groan Katherine forced herself to roll over. As one hand lazily reached for the button to shut off the obscenely loud blaring, the other rubbed over her face sleepily. After minutes of lazing around in bed and procrastinating, the redhead finally climbed out of her safe haven and stumbled towards the dresser.<br/>It wasn't that she wasn't much of a morning person, which she wasn't but it was more the enticement of school wasn't that great. The day would be much better if she didn't have to drag herself into the germ infested building, and rub shoulders with people she couldn't stand. The only positives were that this was her last year trapped in that prison, and her friends. A tight knit group of five which had lasted against all odds through the acne, crushes and drama of puberty and had remained her closest and favourite people up to this very day.<br/><br/>Eventually Katherine Williams  left the moderately sized house. Her family were well enough off to afford two cars and a three bedroom house but it was nothing compared to the extremes of her fellow classmates. Most ranged from Katherine's economic status to far more than she could ever imagine knowing what to do with. The nippy breeze of the cool Spring March day pinched at her exposed skin, the cold tinging the pale flesh pink and causing the skin to rise into unseemly goosebumps.<br/><br/>As the bell rang for first class, her and Sarah reluctantly followed the rest of their classmates into the brightly lit room. With a small frown she noticed the absence of her history teacher as she sank into her desk. Evidently so did most of her class, as whispering and nudges spread like the plague, everybody's minds jumping eagerly to the idea of ditching on whatever lame substitute that would undoubtedly stroll into the classroom.<br/>At the sound of a male voice, deeper and more demanding than those of her peers and immediately grabbing her attention, she turned to face the front. Her arched brow elegantly rose as her eyes took in the surprisingly handsome figure standing in front of the board. It was an odd scene, for somebody who wasn't close to the age of being unable to control their bladders or other bodily functions to be standing at the front and announcing their position of substitute.<br/><br/>Katherine watched as her classmates looked at each other in horror, having no idea where they actually were in the course having zoned out in Mrs Sanfords deafeningly boring classes. Only to progress the lesson and get some more out of the man in front of them, did she speak up.<br/>"We're studying Tsarism to Stalinism, it's Russian History..1914 to 1945. We're god knows where, Mrs Sanford doesn't care for teaching us. So, I don't see why you should bother, we'd all much rather be somewhere else too,"<br/>A small smirk turned the corner of her lips up as her voice rang clearly around the classroom. The confident redhead had no trouble voicing her opinions in front of someone with supposedly more authority. In her opinion, it was usually the teachers that let down the students in the classroom and after all respect was supposed to be earned..