"How could the first lessons be history? "Ryan croaked sitting next to the window slumped on his chair, the sun running its fingers through his hair making him look like the modern-time Apollo. "Well this is a school, in simple terms a learning institution" retorted Trina, " Where's the Prof?" Devan asked, impatiently tapping his foot, "Well we could have a peer educator," said Chanor turning to face Channy who was quietly seated at the second row from the back reading from his white leather book, unbothered by the complaining flies around him, "why don't you enlighten us oh fair and wise Kasha? " Chanor shot at Channy , Channy didn't flinch, not even an atom of his being went out of place but directly behind him Dorn gave a low growl and a warning look, stating that he should lay off, but Chanor being bitter from the last encounter with the Kashas threw anther jab "tell me?" he went on " do the Kashas ..."," Good morning class ?" Mr. Gilmore Interrupted, Chanor turned quickly to face forward just to find the professor right in front of him. "Asking for assistance on a subject you don't understand Mr.Royals ? " the professor asked teasingly, Chanor turned back to Channy who by now was looking at him, it wasn't just any look, it reminded Chanor of the fateful day when the Kashas were proclaimed winners in the bet, it was the look given by Channy to Athana, a look that symbolized authority as if he was Cleopatra looking down on some subject from the height of her throne in that case Athana. This made Chanor very very mad that he became tongue-tied.