2 weeks later
Kathryn was nervous. She had not been in school for several years but she remembered the twisting feeling in her gut about walking into a classroom and seeing so many unfamiliar faces. But this is theUniversity of Las Vegas
That was forever ago. Still, she was confident she would not be the oldest student in the room.
Walking down the halls of the Boyd School of Law she could feel the stares of the students she walked past. Inwardly she smirked but she kept a stoic visage and concentrated on the classroom door at the end of the hall. She knew why: it was the eye patch and scars that crept from underneath.
There was something else that caught the student’s attention … she was still very beautiful. Her naturally scarlet red hair bounced with each step and each strand seemed destined to its place on her head. Her make-up was flawless with the most prominent feature, her lips, a delicate match to her hair. Kathryn was also tall in comparison to the average woman: she was easy to find in a crowd. Her black buttoned-up collar shirt was slightly taught around her chest and was tucked under her form fitting jeans. The black boots Kathryn wore clicked on the tiled floor and signaled her presence, each step was purposeful and dominating.
For a few students, Kathryn would glance their way and give a sideways smirk. If she looked at a young man he quickly turned his head as if looking at her would steal his soul. Or maybe he was afraid of having Kathryn know he was staring?
Kathryn entered the classroom and paused briefly to look at her classmates … she was the oldest person in the room. Her stride resumed and she found a seat in the front row. Kathryn ignored that every eye, male and female, watched her as she glided into the seat.
The professor entered in a hurry and threw his leather briefcase on the long table in front of the white board. It landed with a heavy thud and skidded to a halt short of the opposite edge. He was a middle-aged man with evenly short hair, thin-rimmed glasses and a Musketeer mustache.
“I am Professor Tannus. You will call me Sir or Doctor, nothing else. Expect to be ignored otherwise.” He walked to the board and grabbed a black pen. Tannus wrote the word “Hero” on the board and spun back on his heels to face the hushed classroom.
His gaze landed on Kathryn and said, “What does being a hero mean to the law?”
Immediately Kathryn responded, “To be above the law.” She was smooth speaking and confident when she said it.
The teacher smiled wide and capped the pen deliberately. “Interesting point of view. Since it is the first day I will suggest that by the end of the semester you will need to prove that.” He turned to the class. “Welcome to Using the Law to Live. Otherwise known as CJ4402. If you are in the wrong room then too bad, you chose to be here and your mistake will now cost you one hour of your time.”
Kathryn’s good eyebrow shot up.
He continued, “In this class you will learn some of the intricacies of American law and how it will pertain to your future existence. Specifically, traffic violations, property rights, civic responsibility and other … more creative … ways to look at the current legal system. And, for those who care, where today’s so-called ‘Heroes and Villains’ fit within the law.”
Kathryn sighed quietly. She didn't want to go back to school, but she could hear Daikar words:
An education is the strongest power a person can have. You must not only be strong in body, but in mind. Knowledge is True power. You must own such power for yourself. I can teach you to fight, but an education will give you everything else.
Kathryn was nervous. She had not been in school for several years but she remembered the twisting feeling in her gut about walking into a classroom and seeing so many unfamiliar faces. But this is the
That was forever ago. Still, she was confident she would not be the oldest student in the room.
Walking down the halls of the Boyd School of Law she could feel the stares of the students she walked past. Inwardly she smirked but she kept a stoic visage and concentrated on the classroom door at the end of the hall. She knew why: it was the eye patch and scars that crept from underneath.
There was something else that caught the student’s attention … she was still very beautiful. Her naturally scarlet red hair bounced with each step and each strand seemed destined to its place on her head. Her make-up was flawless with the most prominent feature, her lips, a delicate match to her hair. Kathryn was also tall in comparison to the average woman: she was easy to find in a crowd. Her black buttoned-up collar shirt was slightly taught around her chest and was tucked under her form fitting jeans. The black boots Kathryn wore clicked on the tiled floor and signaled her presence, each step was purposeful and dominating.
For a few students, Kathryn would glance their way and give a sideways smirk. If she looked at a young man he quickly turned his head as if looking at her would steal his soul. Or maybe he was afraid of having Kathryn know he was staring?
Kathryn entered the classroom and paused briefly to look at her classmates … she was the oldest person in the room. Her stride resumed and she found a seat in the front row. Kathryn ignored that every eye, male and female, watched her as she glided into the seat.
The professor entered in a hurry and threw his leather briefcase on the long table in front of the white board. It landed with a heavy thud and skidded to a halt short of the opposite edge. He was a middle-aged man with evenly short hair, thin-rimmed glasses and a Musketeer mustache.
“I am Professor Tannus. You will call me Sir or Doctor, nothing else. Expect to be ignored otherwise.” He walked to the board and grabbed a black pen. Tannus wrote the word “Hero” on the board and spun back on his heels to face the hushed classroom.
His gaze landed on Kathryn and said, “What does being a hero mean to the law?”
Immediately Kathryn responded, “To be above the law.” She was smooth speaking and confident when she said it.
The teacher smiled wide and capped the pen deliberately. “Interesting point of view. Since it is the first day I will suggest that by the end of the semester you will need to prove that.” He turned to the class. “Welcome to Using the Law to Live. Otherwise known as CJ4402. If you are in the wrong room then too bad, you chose to be here and your mistake will now cost you one hour of your time.”
Kathryn’s good eyebrow shot up.
He continued, “In this class you will learn some of the intricacies of American law and how it will pertain to your future existence. Specifically, traffic violations, property rights, civic responsibility and other … more creative … ways to look at the current legal system. And, for those who care, where today’s so-called ‘Heroes and Villains’ fit within the law.”
Kathryn sighed quietly. She didn't want to go back to school, but she could hear Daikar words:
An education is the strongest power a person can have. You must not only be strong in body, but in mind. Knowledge is True power. You must own such power for yourself. I can teach you to fight, but an education will give you everything else.
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