Disclaimer: I don't own Dante's The Inferno, Gaardner's Sophie's World, or Alice and Wonderland, or Glencoe's Geometry Textbook. Satisfied? Wunderbar!
This is my sad, crazed excuse of a Final Exam (Hey, my teacher said we
could do ANYTHING!) If there are any learned Geometry or English
Scholars out there, feel free to notify me of horribly rendered
geometrical errors.
Prologue
Stella crossed the threshold of her new Geometry classroom. The lights were turned off, and no-one was inside yet. I must be terribly early, she thought. Checking her watch, she concluded that it was not her, but her teacher that was tardy. She also wondered where her new classmates had gone to.
Sighing, she plopped down in one of the front desks, dropping her bag down beside her. Math was not her favorite subject, so having Geometry first period was, in Stella's position, a very undesirable way to start her new school year.
Five minutes later, Stella began to get suspicious. The bell should be ringing soon, she thought. Where on earth were her teacher and classmates? Stella got up from her chair and looked around the room, hoping to find some clue as to her teacher's absence.
A wooden podium stood by the front board, and as Stella glanced at it, an object caught her eye. Lying on it was a leather bound book with gold writing, which proclaimed the book's title: The Geomno. Stella studied it curiously. The book certainly didn't look like a regular textbook, so it was very curious indeed that it would reside on top of the podium. She flipped the cover open to look at the cover page.
Suddenly, a great wind seemed to fill the room. The door slammed shut and the blinds covering the windows rattled deafeningly. Stella, very unnerved, glanced back at the book and her jaw dropped open as she saw the book's pages seemed to hollow out and form a darkened window right before her eyes. The torrent of wind grew stronger, seeming to tug on Stella's form, making it difficult for her to stay on her feet. Horror grew in Stella's mind as she realized that the window in the book was acting as a vacuum, trying to pull her into the pages!
Stella struggled as best she could against the strong gusts as it whipped about her, but she was fighting a loosing battle. The space between her and the book lessened, and finally she felt her feet being swept out from under her, and she plunged into an indeterminable darkness.