MS. CLAY-  NORTHGATE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL<br/><br/>She was a young and beautiful woman, a pale, shortish figure with reddish blonde hair and rather intense blue eyes.  Her dress was conservative, quite appropriate for a substitute 3rd grade teacher.  She smiled and waited for the students parents to arrive, her mind drifting back to how she'd ended up in the district.  They had chased her, and she made them pay.  She'd gotten out with most of her assets intact, and the job interview had been no trouble at all.<br/><br/>Some of the students had commented on her face.  One might expect her to be covered in freckles, but instead, her skin was perfectly clear.  Alarmingly so.  "Snow White" the children had called her.  She just laughed and pretended to be flattered, but she didn't blush.  She couldn't blush.  Before long, she was going to file a report about the behavior of the class, then go off to another school to do it all again.<br/><br/>Ms. Clay was tired, but she had nowhere else to go.  The children had what she needed, and she needed to be close to them.  If only she could make people understand...