Van Fanel walked slowly into the wide empty corridor of the highly acclaimed school. He carefully scanned and absorbed his surroundings. He was slightly nervous, this being his first job and all but who could blame him. Memories were flooding back into his mind like a flash of lightening, he remembered seeing kids getting stuffed into lockers by the large bullies, the hall monitors telling him not to run and of course the teachers converging away about their most troubling students. A smile emerged onto to his moist pink lips as he proceeded on to his next destination. 

The school seemed to possess the same smell as his old school, when he was a high school student. But, now he wasn't entering high school, well not as student, but as a teacher and a very young teacher as matter of fact. He was the tender age of twenty-two and had graduated out of Harvard at the top of his class.

His right hand gripped tighter onto the black leather handle of his suitcase as the adrenaline in his blood started to secrete causing his palms to become sweaty and his heart rate to increase as he approached his destination; the class room. That room that he would mould the young minds, those great minds that would run the world one day. This was one of the factors which brought him into the field of teaching. At high school, he had received a blessing in the form of Mr Ganesha. He was fortunate enough to call him by his first name Balgus. He was the main reason he wanted to teach in the first place as Van believed that teachers made their pupils into who they were.

Van had enrolled for a job at a private school known as Excelsior. At this school the boys and girls were educated separately as it was found that the seemed to concentrate more. Van loved English and he couldn't wait to teach it. He loved the idea of his freedom being expressed instead of being conformed into a correct or incorrect answer like that of Mathematics. English allowed people to write their own opinions; there was no right or wrong answer. The boundaries could be stretched, manipulated as the way a person thought.

Van looked down at the piece paper Dryden, the headmaster, had given to him. He was meant to be in the classroom B-8 teaching the senior girls but he couldn't seem to find the classroom. 'I swear I've been down this hallway already.'

***

Hitomi Kanzaki continued to scribble onto her note pad as the rest of the girls in her class applied some sort of make-up, gossiped, or talked about the good looking boys in their year. Their teacher still had not arrived. He was a newbie so Hitomi expected that he must have gotten lost on the way. Hitomi was a beautiful girl but extremely shy and she tended to spend most of her time in the library, a place everyone tended to avoid. She would sit there reading, studying, or doing her homework. Overall, she was not a very out-going girl.

Yukari, her best friend, was always ranting to her about how guys found her exotic and mysterious. Yukari was beginning to spend little and littler time with her as most of it was becoming devoted to Yukari's newly appointed boyfriend, Amano, who happened to be the male star of the track team. Yukari was always trying to set up Hitomi with a guy, but she always refused as Hitomi merely wasn't interested.

Hitomi tucked back a strand of her golden brown hair, which had many highlights of a honey colour in it, so that it wouldn't block her view of the pad. She continued to write prodigiously into the pad as if her whole life depended on it.

"Hitomi, are you there?" Yukari asked the girl who was induced into her writing.

"Hey Yukari," Hitomi looked up slightly flabbergasted.

"What are you doing, Hitomi?" Yukari asked curiously, not surprised to find her friend absorbed in her own world.

"Just writing a story," Hitomi's ocean green eyes surveyed the note pad, searching for errors and thinking of ideas.

"You'll never change-" Yukari started, but was interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. All the girls turned their attention to the front of the room. Swoons and sighs were heard immediately. Hitomi, who was at the back of the room couldn't see anything as Scarlet's (a student) rather large bum was in the way. The girl in front was seated on the desk directly in front of her, so she unfortunately blocked Hitomi's path.

"Would you all please take your seats?" Van asked politely, while he surveyed the room a little nervously.

All of a sudden Hitomi watched as Scarlet lowered into her seat. Suddenly the view of what caused the girls in her class to act so strangely became clear. There he stood in a black Armani suit with a white shirt which had the top button undone. His hair was a mysterious ebony and so sleek and slick. His eyes, deep pools of brown, and his complexion was that of a tanned natured; bronze and beautiful. His jaw was of perfect masculinity and his lips must have been carved by the greatest sculptors as they were perfect and fresh as the break of day.

Hitomi couldn't help to stare. Her mother would have told her off for gawking. He was perfect. "My name is Mr Fanel. I will be your teacher for English, for the remainder of your stay at this school," Van spoke firmly. He then looked at the classroom which was rather depleted. There were only ten of them. 'I hope the senior boys' class has more students.'

Hitomi looked at him for while longer and then decided after a long thoughtful debate, that he'd probably be a horrible teacher. 'Just another pretty-boy. Hitomi! Stop staring at him!' She jerked her head down and decided to ignore him and continued on with her story.