With a relieved smile, Katherine nodded her head and left the classroom as soon as she had managed to get her gratefulness at the offer across to her teacher. The day seemed to drag by for the redhead, the minute hand on the slow never moving seemingly as her teachers moaned and moaned about deadlines and assignments. The only break from this torture was lunch, where she finally got to socialise with people she actually wanted to and she slumped down into the chair with a grateful sigh. Unfortunately lunch flew by faster than she could comprehend and the dull mindless torture of boring classes commenced once more.<br/><br/>Katherine couldn't help but wish that more of her teachers were like Mr Lincoln. He just seemed so animated about the subject he taught, as if he had a true knowledge and passion for the course, rather than just being here for the measly pay slip he collected annually. Most of her teachers all seemed to hate their jobs, and their students. Claiming that it was the teenagers fault that they were going grey prematurely, which in some cases wasn't such an unfair accusation.<br/><br/>As the bell rung through the school building, shocking the student body into moving the fastest any teacher would see them, as they all swarmed towards their houses, their freedom. Instead of following suit like she did most days willingly, Katherine headed in the opposition direction, the heel on her uniform black shoes clicking on the floor, growing louder and louder as she approached her history teacher's classroom.<br/>With a small knock on the door, she proceeded to push it open, a small smile curving the edges of the redhead's pink lips upwards as she stepped into the classroom.<br/>"Mr Lincoln, I just wanted to say thank you again for this...I couldn't do the project without the artifacts, no chance. I couldn't find anything about the topic online or in the library,"