"Julius Caesar in the 21st century by Adam Baxter," it stated. Not a very original title since that was the assignment in a nutshell. I had asked my s...tudents to try their hand at writing their own stories. I wanted to see how creative they could be and really try to immerse them in literature by having them get inside the author's head. Put them in the author's shoes, so to speak. The twist was they had to try to write in Old English and modern English. They had to write about what Julius. "You stupid cunt..." he muttered."NO!"The shriek was enough to freeze even a hardened veteran like Kyle Harrison in his tracks just for a second. A little figure charged from behind the reception area and launched into his chest, knocking him backwards and causing his shot to go into the ceiling.The figure had him around the chest and was driving him backwards hard. He saw the stringy dark hair and the bitten-down nails and knew his assailant. He pushed her backwards and leveled the pistol. Sophia was sitting with her floormates at dinner, a couple of days before classes were due to start. Most of the girls at the table were checking out the guys. Sophia just smiled and didn't say anything.Courtney Bjornsen, one of the girls on Sophia's floor, noticed. "Whattsamatter, Sophia, don't like guys? I haven't seen you check out any of these specimens." No," Sophia said with a smile, "I love guys. But there's one guy I love more than any others, so I don't have to look." Oh, no, you're. Honeywell made sure of that. One Sunday we had dinner with my parents and the following one with Delores, Jill’s mother. She expressed her pleasure at seeing her daughter’s body recovering well from the strapping. Patrick wasn’t home. With the grotty February weather on both weekends, I didn’t begrudge not being able to visits the woods. However, the first weekend in March promised to be fine and bright, but cold and frosty. On the Saturday, I took Jill to a shop specialising in outdoor.