I'm not horribly confident that this story will turn out how I'm hopping. It's kind of a half baked idea that I'm making up as I go along. I know that doesn't sound promising, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!

The sound of students coming into the class and the sound of the chalk scrapping across the board made Jarod very happy. It was a new semester which meant new students. Sure there would be some of the old ones as well, but he liked to have fresh blood in the class. He had learned the names of all the students in his class. Most other Professors wouldn't have bothered, but that was one thing that separated him from the other teachers.

Finishing his writing on the board Jarod turned to look at all the students congregated there. He indeed saw many people from the previous semester here. It made him smile that they liked the class so much that they returned. He pushed his sandy blond hair out of his eyes and adjusted his stylish glasses. Class still wouldn't begin for another two minutes. He spent that time people watching.

Jarod liked to people watch. He especially liked to watch the madararui interact with monkeys. It was slightly comical from his point of view. Monkeys just always seemed to be attracted to the madararui without meaning to. Just now he watched a girl try to hit on a crocodile. He looked very uncomfortable.

He himself have had many declarations of love, mainly from his students. Jarod turned them all down politely, not because they were monkeys mind you, there was just never any real connection with these girls. Also they were students and he wasn't going to lose his job over a fling.

Most of the girls who approached Jarod looking for a relationship only did it because of his looks. Jarod knew, and several others knew, he was really very good looking. He had hazel green eyes hidden behind a pair of stylish frames. His sandy blond hair was cut short and hung in his eyes. He normally wore dark colors, they looked better with his hair. He also usually wore a scarf, even when it wasn't winter. People said he looked like a hipster, but he didn't mind.

Although he had several people coming to him claiming to be "in love" Jarod had never experienced the emotion. Not that he hadn't tried. He'd gone out with several women, even a couple men. But the feeling of love was never there to the relationships ended quite quickly.

Suddenly the bell for class to start rang. Jarod had been so lost in thought he had forgotten about this whole thing. Composing himself he looked up at the group of people sitting before him. He smiled handsomely. "Alright everyone," he said in a deep projecting voice." Welcome to Creative Writing class. I'm your teacher Mr. Adlam." He turned to the board he had been writing on and moved it to the side showing another board. This one said "Why?" In big bold letters.

Turning back to the class he smiled. "Well let's get straight into shall we? You're first project it to write me an essay telling me why," he pointed at the board. "You want to be in this class. But you must write it in a creative way. This can be anything from first person to third person writing. You can write as a mythical beast or a ..." But what else they could do he never said, because there was a girl watching him.

Granted, everyone in the class was looking at him, but this girl seemed to be staring through him. It didn't take him long to figure out that she was a madararui, probably a dog deity. She had white blonde hair and piercing red eyes. He wondered if she wore colored contacts. She was very pale, possibly only two shades pinker than her hair. Currently she was sitting back in her chair with her arms crossed observing the teacher.

Getting out of the trance, Jarod continued with his lecture. Every once in a while he would glance at the student to see that other than turning her head to follow his movements she hadn't moved. By the end of the class he had probably been distracted by her at least fifteen times. Finally the hour class was over. "Don't forget, your papers on why you want to be in this class is due in three days! Thank you."

Everyone got up to leave, some thanking him for the lecture. He turned to straighten some papers on the desk when he felt a presence behind him. He turned to see the girl with the red eyes. "C-can I help you?" He stuttered.

The girl looked at him with the same piercing eyes, no emotion on her face but her eyes had fire in them. "The essay," she said with a voice like honey cream. "It's a test isn't it?"

Jarod was a little taken aback. "W-what's your name again?" He cursed himself from stuttering, but he couldn't help it. Something about this girl unnerved him.

The girl smirked, the first facial expression that she'd used all day. "My name is Vera Browning." A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. "So is it a test?"

This was the first time someone had asked Jarod this. It was the first time that someone had been smart enough to realize his hidden motives. "Yes, it is a test." He was suddenly very professional. "I want to see who will be taking the class seriously and who will need extra help getting to a certain point." It didn't take away from the test her knowing about it. It might even mean she will work harder.

"What was the silliest answer you've gotten?" Vera asked tilting her head slightly to the side.

It was embarrassing to say, and Jarod didn't even know why he didn't lie. The words poured out of his mouth before he could stop them. "A girl wrote an essay about how she wanted in this class because I was hot."

Immediately after saying that the Professor blushed. Vera on the other hand giggled. "Well she was right." She said in an offhand kind of way that only made Jarod blush more. "Well I'll see you in three days Professor." And Vera left in a flurry of skits.

Alone, Jarod slumped into his chair, pushed his glasses up and covered his eyes with his hand. "What am I doing?" He asked thin air.