Mr. Watson came up with another bright idea for a project - to write a novel. It can be anything, he said. Anything as long as the readers'll be interested. I was ecstatic. I really am. Or I really WAS, for that matter. Up until he announced that we would be doing the project in pairs, and the person who I picked, out of the other twenty eight members of the class, was King Madison. Oh well. Let the novel wars begin. {e-mails and texts format}