Because we are the kind of people who sit around wondering what this would be like. Because we can.
Victor Hugo: one of those almost-nerdy “I’m running for school president” kids.
Mary Shelley: sophisticated and macabre, listens to Florence and the Machine.
The Bronte sisters: would be those creepy-close family members who turn their pain into art and wear way too much eyeliner.
Lucy Maud Montgomery: was that sweetheart, home-town girl who has a tumblr full of flower and teapot pictures.
Lewis Caroll: He was that (probably carrot-top) kid who is completely obnoxious, but so sweet that everyone wants to be his friend anyway. Too quick-witted for his own good.
Lord Byron: has a reputable political family, but is failing to uphold that upstanding image. You should hear the gossip. Has an unexpected friendship with Mary Shelley, see above.
Edgar Allen Poe: I think it goes without saying that he was that emo creep in the corner of the library. Might be dating his cousin?
Shakespeare: TOTAL hipster man. Overly confident, nearly annoyingly so. Extrovert who can’t possibly stay at home enough to study, but makes amazing grades. Also, that kid with his obnoxious made-up vocabulary.. will NEVER catch on.
Jules Verne: … honestly, I think he’s been an old man his entire life. You are obligated to be endearingly quirky, with a name like Jules.
Jane Austen: brooding, though not melancholy. Amazingly good student, if she likes the subject. Doesn’t really date, but likes to matchmake.
Charles Dickens: Extreme compassion for the underdog. Painfully long-winded not only in conversation, but also reports, essays, etc.
Do you think we made the grade? Any contributions we should add?
Hahaha. Love this! I agree with Beverly: High school would have been a lot more entertaining with these authors around.
Thanks! 🙂
Funny. I would have enjoyed high school a lot more if some famous authors had been there.
We would have too. 🙂