<b>Re: Miss Joy's Special Class (open)</b><br/><br/><ul>
<li data-xf-list-type="ul">A thunk of something made Kat scan the room in front of her, noticing with a slight humor that an apple that one of the classmates had brought had fallen to the floor, without any indication that he was going to pick it up.  Though, she couldn't help by sympathize, he was surely captured by the teacher's...Ah...beauty.  Let's just leave it at that.  Slightly bitter thoughts sprung up; Kat would never be able to turn a male's head that way, capture his attention and keep it as long as she wished.  That was impossible for the punk-tomboy girl named Katina Rider.  Pushing back on her desk with the heel of her foot, she leaned back on her chair and stretched, lone eye on the teacher.<br/>
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Her smile made Kat shiver slightly, the ravenette feeling the air temperature rise quite a lot at that smile.  Toying with her tie, she was silent, golden optic brooding slightly.  Silence was from her, and it seemed like the rest of the class as well, as their teacher addressed the students that were closer towards the back to move up front.  Her fingers tapping loudly on the desk for half a minute, before the girl got up, chair scraping against the floor, before relocating to a table closer to the front...By not much though.<br/>
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Miss Joy...  What an interesting name.<br/>
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Kat's head turned slightly towards the door, as it swung open to revel a late student.  Hmnnn.  He could at least make a quieter entrance, but still, what was his style; was his style.  Sighing, she ran her fingers through her cropped locks, before her head turned a fraction towards the speaker, the one who had greeted the teacher.  He seemed like Mr. Eager-McBeaver, shooting up like he had been electrocuted to give his introduction. Soma, huh?<br/>
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A heavy sigh escaped her mouth, as she pushed back the chair, standing up, glancing at the teacher and class with a disinterested golden eye.  <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Name's Kat."</span></b>  Katina Rider to be exact, but no one needed to know that, as she sat back on her seat, leg swung over her other one perpendicularly, in an 'unlady-like' pose, as her mother would call it.  Propping her head on her hand and her elbow on the desk, her introduction was up and done with.  She wished she had her black hat, block out the lights and maybe get some shut-eye.[/list:u]</li>
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