Hi everybody, Skye here for another update!!! Thanks for the 73 reads!!! I know it isn't much, but I'm happy people like this book. Anyways, in a few chapters in introducing Raven's POV. It should be very interesting how this unfolds. . .anyways please enjoy this update and vote and comment. I love reading your comments!!! Thanks. Enjoy this update! Oh and the picture above is Blaire.

B L A I R E

I awoke from a great slumber and eagerly prepared my notes and papers for class this morning. I hustled myself to get ready, wanting to get there early. I quickly ate breakfast and dressed myself accordingly. It helped to have almost everything prepared for the next day. It made life so much easier. I did not like to be one of those show not tell people. Oh, how much I dislike those people. I never like to show too much and it was my responsibility to be a good example for other young women, which is why I prefer to dress modestly. I didn't like to be judged on my appearance but I knew that many people would. The first thing they see what what they remembered you as. That's how many people associate you and your reputation. By your looks. Being a person and a young woman I preferred being judged solely on who I am and not what I appear to be. But I sure can dream, can't I?

The world isn't perfect though and I didn't expect anyone to respect me until time passed. I knew that respect had to be earned and that it wasn't going to be easy. It never is easy. Which is why I didn't expect people to take me seriously either, which is why I had to establish my rules before anything. After time, I knew I would slowly gain their respect amongst my colleagues and students. It just took time. I loved being with people, but that was only if they would respect me and see me equal to them. I would have to start from the bottom and go up. That's just life. You always start from the bottom. Then you learn and learn and grow as a person and then you realise that the more you grow, the more you feel and the you see. I was hoping London would do that for me. Something new. The unknown.

I finished dressing myself before doing my hair and preparing myself for any situation to come. I packed my lunch, making a delicious Caesar salad along with a package of raspberries and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels along with a sandwich. I carefully situated the food into my mini cooling lunch box. I then took my messenger bag and carefully organized all my notes and papers before situating them in color coded folders. After pacing myself and packing everything I needed for class today, I headed out.

I closed my apartment door and made my way towards the campus. Confidence was key. Every step I took, the more my nerves succumbed my train of thought. But, I would not back down. I can do this. I knew I had to just calm down. Nerves only exaggerated things. My feelings of fear were slightly exaggerated to the point that I couldn't quite process my actions at the moment.

"Relax." I said to myself.

I repeated that word more and more as my nerves got greater. As I made it towards the door, I realized I was an extra 45 minutes early. I instantly calmed down and set up my classroom. Neurochemistry was a complex field but I would do my best to be as simple and as clear as possible. I set my lunch in the cooler behind my desk and wrote my name on the board along with today's lesson.

I filled the board with illustrations and wrote my name in the corner. I also set up my notes and books on my desk along with my computer. My classroom was big. The room was filled with empty seats and corresponding desks. I took the liberty to set a book along each one with a pamphlet on top of the book. I set it in each corner of the desk. I smiled at looking at how many things I had accomplished in just 35 minutes. My classroom was set and the lesson was ready.

Today's lesson would be just introductions and about ancestry. That would be our intro into genetics.  I wrote my name in one corner of the whiteboard. I sighed and I decided to look into the hall and see what my fellow teachers were up to. I stepped out into the hall to see it now being occupied by many more students, teachers, and staff. I looked at the classroom and new faces. As I looked around my eyes widened at seeing the person who was reaching the class two doors down: the Professor!

I instantly remembered all the events that occurred yesterday at just seeing his face. He turned towards me before I immediately hustled into my classroom. I could not believe that stingy, no good, drunk, professor was the teacher two doors down! Of all the people, it had to be him. Professor Charles Xavier! Dear lord. I was flabbergasted at just seeing his perfect face. My nose scrunched at just thinking of him. I couldn't be anymore dissatisfied with being in the same hallway and vicinity as him.  I would have to see him almost everyday! The world was seemingly against me today. How could this man be responsible for the education of these bright children? How on Earth could this man be here right now?

I took a deep breath and peered out the door. There he was. He was conversing with the teacher next door. She seemed to be infatuated with him. Her eyes rolled back playfully as they both chuckled. She was a blonde. Now that I got a good look at her, she was the teacher next door. Ms. Annabelle Johnson. She was fairly skinny and about average height, her mutation of having aqua eyes were quite intriguing, but I wouldn't give in unlike Annabelle just did. Annabelle was fairly sweet but from the looks of it, she was in way too deep.

After Annabelle finished conversing with him, I watched as he went up to another teacher and seemingly went through the same routine! There was no doubt about that smug look on his face which wad enough proof for me to know that. I definitely didn't like this guy, not one bit.  I don't trust a man with such an ability to entice all the woman around him to fall head over heels for him.

I rolled my eyes again before realizing that this man wasn't just a normal professor, he was a very experienced womanizer! The more I knew about this man, the more I disliked him. Him and his perfect face and smile and his big blue crystalline eyes, no wonder all the women he talked to were all head over heels for him. He just had that face and that look. He was just attractive for any woman it seems. But not me. I wouldn't fall for him or for his traps and enticing good looks and British accent which was crisp and clear every time he uttered a word. The fact that he was a womanizer and flirting with my fellow teachers made me all the more annoyed to be in the same hallway as him. Couldn't he have been all the way on the other side of this campus? Why did he have to be two doors down the hall?

I mentally cursed myself for even looking out at the hallway.

I swallowed my anger as the students began coming in. One by one they came in.

"Welcome! Please take a seat anywhere and wait till class begins." I instructed the students as they came in.

I ignored the fact that Professor Xavier was two doors down and began to focus on the class I had to teach at the moment.

Once the student were all seated I said in a welcoming tone, "Welcome students. This is Neurochemistry 101. I'm your professor. My name is Doctor Blaire Pyry, but you may call me Ms. Pyry or Dr. Pyry, however you please is fine. Now, we will start off with introductions. Each on of you will tell the class your name and major."

Instantly I could tell which students would be trouble and which students I would get along with just fine. I was still talking when my eyes followed the noise of someone being talking.

He didn't care at all about what I would saying. He just kept talking and talking. He wouldn't shut up, which made me all the more annoyed.

"Excuse me Mr. Hunter, is it? Would you like to tell the class what you and your friends were talking about? I'm sure the class would like to know." I smirked as he turned to me.

All the students turned to face the young man and his colleagues. He was definetly one of the popular kids. I could tell.

He smirked replying, "Nothing that you should know toots."

I chuckled, so he wants to play tough. Bring it.

"Well, since it seems it was something stupid you were talking about and that you are flirting with your teacher, how about you shut up and I'll forget about this little "mishap" before I send you to detention." I smirked innocently before he went serious.

I winked, "Sorry buddy, better luck next time. Now, as I was saying. . ."

Suddenly, I was rudely cut off by another student.

"Hey you can't talk to him like that!" He exclaimed.

Presumably, they were best buds, chumps. I sighed trying to be patient. The first day is always the worst.

"Oh, is that so. You do understand that you are supporting the fact that he's flirting with his teacher and that, this could result in suspension. You wouldn't want to be benched and not play the first game of the season, just because you supported something stupid your friend said, right?" I said leaning on my desk.

He immediately got pale before saying, "Sorry ma'am. Didn't mean to cause you any disrespect."

I smirked, "That's better. Any more interruptions?"

I looked at all the classmates who got quiet and gave their undivided attention to me. Even the girls who were texting in the corner, under their desk put their phones away.

I strictly stated, "Well, if you all want homework on the first day of school, be my guest. If not, then we won't continue with the lesson, instead you will have to watch this video on ancestry and tomorrow we will create your family tree in class, instead of it being homework. Now tell me which one do you prefer? The video or homework."

I looked straight at Mr. Hunter, "Mr. Hunter, you're real quiet now. What do you prefer?"

He gulped before saying, "The video Ms. Pyry."

I nodded before saying, "Smart choice. Now then let's watch a movie, shall we?"

C H A R L E S

The morning had sped through quickly, I myself barely noticed it was almost time for my planning period and lunch. The classes weren't that out of hand as they usually were. I was used to the class going into a riot but this time it was different. It was the end of 4th period and the students casually made their way out of room, making it a bit more peaceful and quiet. Not a single noise other that chattering footsteps echoing from the hallway rung in my ears. I organized and composed myself again with my lesson. I only had 10 minutes. Time went by fast as before I knew it, my classroom began bustling with chattering students once again.  Many of them I knew already, others were new faces for me. Once the bell echoed and rang throughout the halls of Oxford, the students paced themselves to their seats and I began my lesson.

Teaching was such a joy for me. I knew that I was impacting the world for better. These students were the future and I rather impact it than see it get worst. I loved teaching, it was my passion. Helping the students to make something of themselves was an exceptionally difficult and complex responsibility. Some students are rather calm, great students, easy going, and never give me a problem while others just give me a headache thinking about it. It was almost a mirage. One day, you could have a smooth day. The students don't present any issues throughout the day. Other days become very stressful and difficult to keep your head leveled.

I cleared my throat and presented myself, "Welcome! Most of you I know but for some of you, I am a new teacher. My name is Charles Xavier. In this class we learn the structure of complex organisms and the genetics behind them as Homosapiens. Behind, us. We as people, are different in many ways. That comes down in our genetic makeup, our eye color, hair color, skin. It is all revealed in our genetic make up. Its quite complex and throughout the year you will learn things you didn't know about us as a species and you as people."

I continued with my lesson, but I noticed that the students I already knew, we're different. Their behaviour was quite abstract from their usual behaviour. From all that time throughout the classes, I observe my students. See how they grow, how they change, and how they become adults in this world of ours. I found it very disrupting that they were acting so differently today. Instead of hearing their chattering and whispers, they stayed absolutely quiet and focused. Either they weren't feeling well or something was wrong. As a person and a teacher, it was my responsibility to see if I could help them in any way. . .

After I finished teaching class I bickered the boys over. Aidan Hunter and Marcus Elroy. Those two boys have been together since my starting years as a teacher. Even though I didn't have much, only 4 years here in Oxford, I did notice how close both Marcus and Aidan were. They both stuck together better than glue. Usually, they would chatter during class which not only tested my patience, but it distracted their fellow students. Today, none of them said a word. They only exchanged glances, making a bit more worried.

"Mr. Hunter? Mr. Elroy? May I have a word with you." I stated as the boys gave out a heavy sigh.

"Geez Professor. Why does everybody call me Mr. Hunter? You sound just like Ms. Pyry!" He bickered in a frustrated tone.

Ms. Pyry? I don't recall knowing a "Ms. Pyry" here at Oxford. How odd? Could she be one of the new teachers this year, here at Oxford?

"Ms. Pyry?" I questioned.

I didn't know anyone with that last name and certainly not here at Oxford. 

Marcus replied, "Yeah Professor, Ms. Pyry. She... "

My brows furrowed, "I don't think I'm familiarized with a "Ms. Pyry" boys. I was just wondering if you boys were alright. You boys seemed a little more. . .situated and obedient."

I put my finger on my temple and read his thoughts. No wonder he was more situated. His ego shot over his head making his mouth more and more talkative. His ego led to his mouth going on and on without a care in the world. Being popular isn't everything you know. Its just a position you hold until you graduate. When those students graduate after all the hard work they put in, they realise that popularity doesn't matter in the outside world. Aidan and Marcus seemed to have been shot back down to Earth.

Marcus continued, "Yeah Prof. Ms. Pyry . . .erm. . ."

I inquisitively asked, "Ms. Pyry, did what?"

The boys exchanged glances. They knew what they had done was wrong. I could see the guilt in their eyes. This Ms. Pyry must've have been strict and straightforward with them. They said nothing. Not a single word escaped their mouthes to answer my question.

"Marcus, Aidan, I think you know what you did and I'm sure you two are capable of fixing the problem yourselves. Go on. If you disrespected a teacher, you at least owe them an apology. You wouldn't want to be treated the way you treated them, do you?" I questioned as the boys each gave me a long stare.

"How did you now that?" Aidan alarmingly said.

I smiled and chuckled giving a quick response, "Lucky guess. Now I suggest you get to it. Wouldn't want to be late on the first day, would you?"

They exchanged looks before leaving my classroom. I escorted them out before my eyes trailed to the two to see if they actually listened to a word I had said. Marcus and Aidan made a short "pitstop" and stopped at that classroom two doors down. They only stayed a minute before continuing down to their next class. I wonder. . .

My curiosity led me towards the classroom. It was my planning period so I didn't have any responsibilities at the moment. I stepped through to see a figure writing on the whiteboard. She seemed to be talking to herself, making sure everything was correct and accurate.

I knocked on the door lightly before saying, "I just wanted to stop bye and welcome you to Ox. . ."

My eyes widened when I realised it was the woman from yesterday. Ms. Pyry is the inexplicably attractive woman that was at the present action and the bar. She is the new teacher at Oxford. The teacher two doors down. The attractive teacher two doors down. . .