Welcome everyone. This here will be something a bit different by having it be two stories in one. The story in Paris will be more of a romance while the story in Tibet will be a monster story. Enjoy and review.
Norrisville Airport
It was to be overseas for both the 11th and the 9th graders. To the 11th graders it would be to Paris, France. Yes, Paris! Home of the big Arc de Tromphe, the acclaimed Eiffel Tower and of course the archaic, arcane cathedral that was home to one of fiction's most abnormal creatures: Quasimodo, the Hunchback of Notre-Dame.
For the 9th graders it would be to Tibet. Yes, Tibet! Home of frostbite, mountains, falling death and according to legend, the Yeti!
So it was that both groups who were on their ways overseas were waiting at Norrisville's airport. Ken Finlayson sat reading his translation of "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame." In silence he read. He had seen many adaptations: the Lon Chaney Film, the Charles Laughton film, the Anthony Quinn film, the BBC miniseries from 1977 online, the Anthony Hopkins film, both of the Burbank films, the Disney film, the Mandy Patinkin film, the rock opera "Notre Dame de Paris" in Russian and read two graphic novel adaptations. It was a fine story but Ken found himself disgusted by how often writers omitted the fact that Esmeralda was not a Roma by adoption, if one could call having been called abducted as an infant adoption, and was actually a Frenchwoman by birth. Thus was lost the grand irony that the prejudiced Parisians were in fact calling for the death of one of their own who was not aware that she was one of them.
"So, Ken, what can you tell me about the Yeti?" asked Randy Cunningham, taking a seat next to Ken.
"Nothing, go away."
"How can someone like you; someone with an interest in crypto-whatever, the supernatural and the extraterrestrials know absolutely nothing about one of the most famous monsters out there?"
"Bigfoot, the Yeti, the Loch Ness Monster, they've never interested me!" Stated Ken. "I find the less famous ones more interesting, specifically the ones that are not Bigfoot, the Yeti and the Loch Ness Monster."
"So, you know nothing about the ape-men?"
"I certainly do, just nothing about Bigfoot and the Yeti. I doubt they will be brandishing branches and defecating into their free hands to—" Thoroughly disgusted by this image, Randy walked away. He left Ken smiling to himself. That worked all the time!