“Nyah
nyah!” Rickey taunted.
I was getting fed up. I ran behind
the crowd so I couldn’t be seen. I crept along the wall until only two rows of
spectators were in front of me. I pounced. Well, actually I ran, but when I
reached Rickey I jumped with my teeth barred and hands outstretched. So really,
it was practically a pounce.
Anyway, I pounced at Rickey and my
best friend Keel buried her head in her hands and everybody else screamed.
Everyone except Rickey, because he couldn’t see, but he would’ve screamed too,
and anyways he should have known what was coming. You see, I’m a vampire. Yeah.
It’s scary. No one actually knows
though, except Keel and the Magi, but the whole school still knows that I bite
people. Apparently, that’s how I deal with stress. It can’t be helped.
So anyway, I put one hand on
Rickey’s head and my other on his shoulder and I bit down hard and drew up
blood. I had these little tubes in my canines that held a tiny drop of blood
whenever I drew some. I could blow it out later and suck it up or store it or
whatever. That’s just how it worked. Once they were bitten, my ‘victim’ would
fall asleep for any amount of time raging from 5 minutes to a whole day! The
longest a person ever slept was ten years, but I couldn’t do that. Never in my
life could I do that. Never ever.
Anyway, Rickey was asleep, dripping
blood, and my friends Hallen, Calli, Sara, and Keel were pulling a limp me
towards the nurses’ office. When we reached the nurse, my friends pushed me
against a row of lockers and stuffed a red pill in my mouth. This would keep me
from biting for a while. Then, we heard footsteps. Ms. Cornell, the nurse, Mr.
Fikes, the principal, and Mrs. Meel, my homeroom teacher, walked up to me.
“What were you thinking?!” Mrs.
Meel, who was a slight bit hyperactive, screamed.
“Ah…” I gurgled bloody spit.
“Anya got angry and pretty riled up
‘cause Rickey McMeagan was taunting Lee Chase, right? So Anya got furious and
went at ‘im. Sure, Rickey’s asleep, but at least Anya won’t be biting for a
while.”
You gotta love Keel.
“Yeah!” helped Hallen, and then
Calli, ever helpful, nodded seriously.
“Definitely!” exclaimed Calli.
“Alright, now no more biting, okay?”
Mr. Fikes said.
“Not on my watch,” Keel responsibly
said.
The teachers left and, as soon as
they were out of earshot, “Go Anya! Go Keel!” Life was good. We held a little
celebration party in the hall right there, because Keel and I are awesome.
Later that day, Sara, Keel, and I
were sitting together on the bus ride home. Sara was going on about how awesome
her soccer team was, until Billie Andrews moved away, Keel was doodling, and I was
staring up at the speaker waiting for an interesting song to come on over the
radio.
“Seriously,” Keel said. “I don’t care about
Billie Andrews’s soccer team in Detroit. Tell us about her boyfriend Jemison,
and she loved anyone who found him interesting. Actually, Keel and I thought
that Jemison was a pig, but Keel just wanted Sara to shut up about Billie
Andrews, and Keel didn’t really like soccer. I have no idea why.
Anyway,
Sara was going on about her wedding plans, Keel was dozing off, and I was
hunched over covering my ears, the music was so terrible.
“Sara,
shut up!” the ever-present Tommy Pincher shouted.
“Well,
Kara Pielatti isn’t any better!” Sara screeched.
“Guys,
shut up!” I muttered.
“Children,
SIT DOWN!” the bus driver, Mrs. Misameti yelled over the major hubbub of the
big yellow bus.
“SHUT
UP!” Keel screamed, and yanked Tommy and Sara down by the back of their shirts.
Tommy felt so defeated that he just sat there and didn’t say anything for the
rest of the ride. Sara was no different. She just sat there glaring at Tommy
Pincher with her nose up in the air.
Two
stops later, Sara got off. At the next stop, the bus was drained of sixth
graders. While Tommy annoyed Eloise Spart, Keel and I made a mad rush to the
Candy Café, an ice cream parlor and candy store, which was conveniently located
in our neighborhood.
Once
at the Café, we each ordered our Pecan Coco Hot Fudge Sundaes and sat down at a
back table. We quietly ate our sundaes and talked about the day’s events. When
our sundaes were finished, we each bought a Crunch bar and left.
Up
in my room, I took a vile from a metal lock box underneath my bed. I quietly
ejected the blood from my tubes and into the vile. I used my label maker to
make a label that said ‘Rickey McMeagan’ on it and put it on the vile. I put
the vile back in the box and closed it up. I retreated to my desk and finished
my homework.
I wrote this story in 6th grade, and continued into the beginning of 7th. Through an interesting turn of events, I lost the "manuscript" and didn't get it back until kind of recently. I have not edited it, so some of the grammar is a little off, and there are a few places where i skipped some words or mistyped, so it might not make any sense. Sorry 'bout that. This is the longest story I've ever written (so far) so it may take a while before you've read it all :) enjoy!
