The Membranes

Though your spirit has now passed,
your memory shall forever last.

Chapter 3: A New Student

Allen is sitting nerviously in his desk. He is just staring at the not-so-empty chair next to him. His Professor was lecturing the class and welcoming them back and what not (you know) and assigning a 10 page essay about the periodically table of elements. Membrane was paying no attention to him.

About five minutes into the class, he decided it was safe, and that backpack was probablys left from some one in the previous class. He turned his attention to the professor and started copying down notes. While rushing through his notes, his pencil tip breaks.

"Awe.. better go sharpen it..." he whispers to himself and walks up by the door, to the sharpener.

As he turned the sharpener....knobby thing, the door knob twisted. The door slowly creeked open, and there she was again.

"I'm sorry I took so long, Prof. Schneider. I must be making a terrible impression," she said in a very angelic voice.

"You're excused, Miss Genisis. Please, would it be ok if you stood here in the front of the class for me? I would like to introduce you do the rest of the students," the professor said behind Membrane's back. "Mr. Membrane, would you kindly sit back down? I want everyone to listen,"

"But my pencil-" he whined as he pulled out his still, pretty blunt pencil (well, it's better than a broken one :P)

"It looks sharp enough to me. No, take your seat."

Membrane grumbled some curse words under his breath, and luckily, the professor didn't hear. He slumps in his seat. At least I might find out who she is, he thought.

The professor stood up in the middle of the room. He is slightly shorter than Membrane, but about 2 inches taller than Miss Genisis. He's practically bald, but has a little grey hair in the back of his head. He is not wearing glasses, but is wearing goggle type things. His outfit consists of a white lab coat and a black tie under with some pens in his pocket. The coat goes about knee lengnth, and he's wearing black pants and dress shoes under it. He isn't wearing gloves, though. He speaks with some what of a German accent, and a grey mustache to top it all off. (a/n: that description sucked...sue me....)

"Class, I'd like you to meet our new student," he adressed everyone. "Her Name is..."

[A/N: Yeah, that was pretty uneventful, but you need a descrption of the teacher, don't you? DON'T YOU!?!!?]