"Ooh, you write poetry?" That was interesting. Sam drew, and now this girl wrote poetry. "That's cool. Maybe next year you'll go out for the school paper. I want to."
He looked up at the board, where Mr. Nicolaides' had put the first sentence of the exercise up in his careful handwriting. "Doesn't Mr. Nicolaides have great handwriting?" he asked Jamie. "It's so..." he cast about for a word. "Same-y."
The sentence was, "In every library, there’s a secret room." Already, the wheels in John's head were starting to turn, but he deferred to his partner, since she was supposed to be an equal part of writing this story. "Any ideas?"