denny Schools Periods & Styles book

The weather today had dropped to the lowest it had been since I was here. I was wearing dark black jeggings with a gray wool sweater that had a single black bat on it. I had thought about wearing a jacket but I forgot, so now I was spending the school day freezing. I was sitting in English, looking out at the sky from the windows. It was a deep, gray color because clouds had covered themselves all across the canvas, blocking any light from showing so it looked like it was eight at night. My attention went back to my English teacher once she started talking about an assignment. "As you all know, we have been studying various poems over the past week, so your assignment will be to compose a poem, no more than five lines. To some of you, this might be a challenge, and to others, an escape from really putting effort into this. But keep in mind, though the poem has to be short, it has to be in depth and you have to tap into your dark side." She was writing the due date on the board, the chalk scratching against the green board. I watched her while some kid snickered from behind. The teacher, Mrs. Hansen turned around and shot a glare at the boy. "And by dark side I don't mean to release your inner serial killer. If that is the case then I'm going to have to send you to the office to schedule a meeting with a psychologist. Since it is October, and Halloween is coming near, I thought it would be interesting to assign you guys this. Really look into it, study the known poets, use ...