Davis walked down two flights of stairs, headed for her nice new shiny art room. It was on the ground floor and at the bottom of the stairs, before a long corridor with the drama/music room and the science lab on it. There were a bunch of enthusiastic looking Year Tens outside of it, which was a surprise. They were Year Tens. It was the start of term. Maybe they were curious as to who their new tutor was. Well, that would be her.

"Alright guys, c'mon. Go on in." She ushered the students into the room through the previously opened door... way? There was no door. Okay, she knew it was an art room but... no door? Seriously? What if you need to block out corridor noise? Oh well, she would have to make do. She was about to go in when a man with a mop of blonde hair strolled over to her.

"Hey! I'm Matt." He stuck out his hand to her and she shook it. "Matt Wilding. I've got the room next to you."

"Oh! The drama room!" Davis perked up. She always liked music and drama. As a matter of fact any form of 'art' she enjoyed. Anything fun, or which required little work.

"Yeah. I'm the HoD."

Davis giggled and gave him a friendly whack. "Wow, get you! So, are you new here too?"

"Erm... yeah. Although I used to work here, so I'm kind of returning."

"Oh, cool."

"What about you?"

"Oh, I'm new to the profession. This is my first teaching post."

"Ah, right. Well, good luck then"

"You too!" Davis giggled and Matt went back to send his form in. She went inside to face her new lot of students. "Right, everyone. Hello, my name is Miss Mitchell." Some of the kids groaned, which sounded a bit like 'Hello'. Teenagers never change. "So, 'cause this is our first time meeting eachother, if anyones got any questions they'd like to ask then fire away." A blonde girl with short scruffy hair put her hand up, which Davis thought was polite. She nodded at her. "Yes?"

"How old are you Miss?"

"22." The girl nodded. "Whats your name?"

"Scout Miss."

"Scout? Okay then." Another voice piped up from the cluster of kids.

"Is this your first time teaching Miss?" Davis looked at the boy. "Denzil."

"Hi, Denzil. Yes, it is."

"Have you got a boyfriend Miss?" A girl with dark hair asked. "I'm Emily James."

"Hi Emily. No, I haven't. Thank god. Too much trouble. More than what they're worth, boyfriends!" More questions kept coming.

"Are you married Miss?"

"No, I'm not."

"I like your hair Miss. Do you dye it?"

"No, I don't."

"What subject do you teach Miss?"

"Art and Design."

"Have you met Mr Budgeon, Miss?"

"I'm afraid I have."

"Can you get me out of 5th period, Miss?"

"No Denzil, I cannot." Soon the bell rang for 1st period and Davis' form left for their lessons. No one had shown up for her first class yet, which she took as a blessing. She got some A3 paper and began putting some on each table. She also got some felt tip pens and placed a pot on each table. Then, she felt someone walk through her doorway. She turned. Stood there, was a man. He was considerably tall, not quite lanky but not stocky either. The perfect medium. He was handsome and had very dark brown/black hair, which stuck up at the front a bit like Tom's. He was wearing a light blue shirt which had the long sleeves rolled up with a light grey tie, grey trousers and brown shoes. He smiled at Davis and walked in a bit more. Davis walked over to him.

"Ahhh, you must be my new member," he smirked. "You, must be Davis Mitchell."

"Ohhhhh." Davis pointed at him in remembrance. "YOU, must be Derek." He stuck his hand out for her to shake.

"We spoke on the phone, very pleased to meet you. Its Derek Walker by the way." They shook hands and Davis grinned.

"Well, nice to put a face to the voice."

"Indeed. Just thought I'd come and introduce myself, seeing as I'm your HoD. Also, to... wish you luck." He glanced around the room.

"What do you think?" She asked, nervously.

"Well... it looks pretty good. Just remember that they're a GCSE group and here by choice, so don't forget to give them a challenge. Don't be too soft on them, either. Apart from that, I think you're gonna be fine." He gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder and Davis noticed his shining blue eyes, which matched hers. He looked at the doorway which had her class loitering outside. "Come talk to me later about where they are on the course and what work they were doing last year. Ok?" Davis nodded and he left. After he had gone, the class began piling in. She turned away from them and took a deep breath. Not because she was nervous, because of him. HE WAS GORGEOUS.

"Alright, settle down guys, come on!" The Year 11's sat in their groups by the tables. "Okay, nice to meet you. My name is Miss Mitchell and I will be your Art teacher this year. So, I want us to have an easy start, especially seeing as this is your final GCSE year. So, what I've done is I've given you an A3 sheet of paper and some some colouring pens. What I would like you to do is sketch out yourself. If not, a conventional Waterloo Road pupil. I want you to colour them in and around them write down all of the worries and stuff you think that they might have. So... parents? Friends? Exams? Coursework... sex? Make this person into a character you feel you or any other teenager could relate to. Right? Begin." The class became animated immediately. Wow, Davis didn't think it would be that easy to motivate Year 11's.

About halfway through the lesson, Davis was walking around looking at everybodys work. Thats when someone caught her attention. A girl, with bright shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair and a distracted look on her face. She'd sketched out her person, to be honest it looked mediocre. She was now sat with her head in her left hand, not doing anything at all. Davis bent down beside her. "You alright?" She asked. The girl nodded. She looked to the bottom of the girls sketch, Lottie Jones. "Lottie...?" Of course Davis had just read her full name, but she wanted the girl to speak to her.

"Jones."

"Lottie Jones. Alright then Lottie, are you going to tell me the truth or are you gonna have suffer my torture!" Her attempt to make Lottie smile had failed. "Maybe a spell in the cooler? I know you haven't really done anything but... you're not doing any work and it gets you away from this lot..." She looked around at the rest of the class being very noisy. Lottie didn't budge. Davis sighed. "C'mon Lottie... I'm trying here?" Lottie moodily picked up her stuff and stood up. She looked to the doorway, which was when a girl with long, dark hair burst in. She had bangs, which had multi-coloured streaks in. She also had a very short skirt. She stared at Lottie, Lottie stared back before fleeing the classroom and running down the corridoor. Davis chased after her. "Lottie? Lottie wait!" She got to where the latecomer was stood and Lottie had already vacated the hallway. She turned to the girl. "And whats your name?"

"Alexczia, Alexczia Davies."

(A/N): Oooooooh, whats happening with Lottie? :O has we got ourselves a possible storyline? I think so.

And maybe some Davis X Derek I see? Hrmmm...

Sorry for no Authors Note on the first chappie, I wasn't sure whether I'd post it or not you see... but I did! So please R&R, tis mucho appreciated. And give me ideas for characters and plots etc... I love audience input! XD