ZackGainsborough

Chip J Smith N 10/5/2006 Inloes 5th Hour Sci-Fi So here I sit, with 5 pages worth of crap due, and not a single idea in mind. My mind wanders as my body sways to the rhythm of Enzaga Nodacha, a pop song. I am at a complete loss as to what I want to write about. Writing on command is not my strongest ability. It's actually my greatest weakness as a writer, next to my horrible grasp of proper grammar. That aside, I consider the main focus of our week. That being Frankenstein, and Frankenstein's monster. I suppose I'll just go on some rant, and hope for the best. It's a grade, after all. As I listen to my music, I consider this: The song is

Chapter one: Rainy Days. "Okay, everyone please sit down while I take role call!"Mrs. Perkinson busied herself counting the heads of students as they walked by, a motley group of a dozen teens ranging from the profoundly curious who needed to be dragged away from the post card and souvenir stands to the more apathetic of those who simply lounged in boredom waiting for the right moment to slip on their headphones and begin to actively ignore their only chaperon as she did her best to give guidance to the group and point out various places of interest they might visit with thier host families. She was an easily frazzled woman in her late thir