Donta took his seat where he was told and glanced to his right to see Anglea. Her expression said it all. One he was fairly used to. It was an expression of pure frustration and anger. He could tell she was one of those people who didn't like Ferals very much. He sighed in disappointment, but really he knew better than to think everyone would like him on first impressions alone. In fact, this was the only school where everyone didn't hate him as soon as he walked in the door. The teacher seemed nice, albeit a Feral herself, yet she seemed to understand what really goes on in the student body unlike most of the other teachers who just want to believe the students are all well behaved role models.<br/><br/>It was a habit of his to take note of just about everything in his surroundings, the Monkey Feral across the room fidgeting in his seat and excitedly staring at him, the obvious scowl on Angela's face, the fact that Kate had been writing in a notebook with a pencil when it had been outdated for decades. Then the other new kid, Miles. Sat on the other side of Kate and between her and the Monkey Feral, Taylan he deduced. Of them, the three ferals were of the very few in their class, save for the pair of fox twins in the back, their desks pushed together and they huddled together, sharing a single screen. The two girls seemed dressed in older looking clothing and didn't seem to have any bags or lunches to speak of, unless they owned lockers.<br/><br/>Then back to the teacher, as the rest of the class seemed uninterested in them or the lesson for that matter. She stood, pacing in front of the class as she spoke, her terminal held in one hand and her other randomly gesturing to certain points of interest in the notes. Donta had Feral teachers before but this one seemed different. Like she was young, out of the norm for teachers. To be able to teach all subjects like Kate said required years of education, something she just didn't show in her image. She often sauntered across the room, rolling her hips and swaying her tail, catching the stare of even the Human boys in the class. It wasn't really her appealing figure that interested Donta really. It was the look in her eyes that made him suspicious. It was hard to describe, yet he would say it looked like loneliness.<br/><br/>Something else just didn't add up. Miss Wolfcub had the brains to be a multipurpose teacher, yet she also showed off the body of a gym teacher. Slim, toned muscles and a guarded demeanor, never really showing her back to anyone in the room for more than a split second. He even saw her glancing around the room the same way he does, as if looking for threats.<br/><br/>This could all be in his head, as is most delusions his mind fills in when he doesn't have all the facts. He caught the gaze of his teacher and realized he was staring, so he quickly diverted his eyes to his own terminal.<br/><br/>It bugged him now. She seemed too suspicious. He quickly pulled up the school staff list and got her public record, keeping the window small so no one over his shoulder would see. She didn't have a very complete file. It did show her to be 26 years old, which in his opinion, didn't seem likely that she would have enough time to study all subjects enough to teach, unless she was a genius child at a young age.<br/><br/>Pulling a small jack from the device he wore on his left forearm, he quietly plugged it into his terminal and tapped the screen a few times to connect to his home computer, one of the first things he unpacked. From there he used a few special programs to do an under the radar internet search for her name, then when it came up with nothing, he dared to poke at the School's external firewall and found an area to break into the private files. Here, he learned that not only did she get her teaching degree when she was 18, but the rest of her file was dodgy at best. The employment record had many unexplained gaps in employment where substitute teachers would fill in for her months at a time, sometimes almost the full year, while the reason for leaving field was never filled in, yet it was approved by the school board. He kept digging, the mystery becoming more and more inciting, not realizing he was now typing feverishly on the terminal glass keyboard, the tips of his claws making significant noise, while his arm device was still visibly plugged in...