Catrina's heart jumped when the first student's striking blue eyes met hers. She looked down suddenly, hiding her pale green eyes which then quickly recovered by looking at the rest of the students comin in. Without thought, she smiled at each of them but her mind was else where. She looked to the back of the classroom where the blond headed student sat, he looked as if he was already having a bad day.<br/>Leaving the door opened, she walked in front of her desk after the last student arrived. Her eyes scanned the room as she memorized each face. Finally the bell rang and she clapped her hands together as her smile got wider and her eyes brighter.<br/><br/>"Welcome to English Literature," she beemed at them, her voice going unusually high. She knew that English Lit was not a favorite subject among most students, but it was the last required course for the last year of high school in Yakubo.<br/><br/>"My name is Catrina Haylee, but you all can call me Ms. Haylee," she motioned to the blackboard before putting her hands on the front of her desk and sliding her bum across it to sit. She crossed her legs, settling her hands neatly on her lap.<br/><br/>The first day of school was always the hardest, getting to know her students, learning their names and matching it to their faces. She looked down at her attendance book which lay beside her. One by one, she called out each students names as they raised their hands to show her they were present in class. The only name she called out that did not raise their hand was Akira. Scanning the room quickly, she saw the blond haired, blue eyed boy with his head down on the desk. Biting her lip, she went on with the rest of the class session talking about what's to come in the next few weeks.<br/><br/>Near the end of class, she handed out a copy of "The Picture of Dorian Gray" to each student, saving the last one for the Akira boy. At the sound of the bell, every student practically skipped out of class. Only one remained. She took her ruler from the desk and walked to the back of the class room where he sat still sleeping peacefully. Perhaps she should give him a jolt and smack the ruler on the table.<br/><br/>Instead she slid on top of the desk in front of him, her skirt rising slowly up her thigh. She held the ruler firmly in her hands as she tapped him on the shoulder slightly with it. "Ahemmm," she said in a normal tone and waited to see if he'd wake up.