<b>Re: Miss Joy's Special Class (open)</b><br/><br/>A ravenette at one of the desks, couldn't care less who her teacher was, as long as she didn't bother the hell out of her.  Her head on the table, music blaring in her ears, a few notes of 'Perfect Enemy', pouring out over her earphones, her hair falling over her eyes.  Or eye, would be more correct; she had an eye patch over her left eye, the other one, though free from the black cloth was shut.  New semester, new year, big difference, just another time to sit in her seat and listen to someone go on and on.  Though her clothing might suggested otherwise, she was an average student, Katina Rider was not a slacker.  She just had her...moments, where she would pay attention (which was often) and the other times...  The girl could hardly care if the area just blew up, preferably her not along with it.<br/><br/>After class, maybe she would curl up in her dorm, practice a bit of soccer in her room?  If she didn't break anything with another wild kick again, that might work.  Her lone gold eye opened, as it blinked lazily, the girls straightening up, running her fingers through her hair with a half-hearted gesture, the longest of the inky black locks reached her neck, and those were far and few in between.  She had heard the teacher was stunningly pretty, though it was more from besotted boys, though a few girls claimed that as well.  Hmn.  What was her name again...Miss...J...J-something.  It was one syllable, that she remembered.  She stretched, a soft yawn from her mouth. Jay?  Joe...?  Nah, that was a guy's first name...<br/><br/>A glance at the clock, before toying with her loose white tie, Kat's position in the class was in the relative back, a little to the right, from the point of view from the teacher's desk.  The girl didn't need a front row seat to see the board or the teacher, and she liked her privacy just fine.  Oh well, it would be soon when she knew who the new teacher was.