![]() I spent most of my childhood watching others inch away. The children sitting next to me inched away. ![]() For a moment I thought she started to laugh maybe she really did. "I want to be." "Yes?" "I want to be.a vampire!" I shouted, to the shock and amazement of Mrs. Peevish asked, her green eyes staring through me. "Raven, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Mrs. Peevish went through the rest of the class. "Cindi?" "Uh.a nurse," Cindi Warren whispered meekly. Peevish asked after all the other questions had been answered. "Bradley, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Mrs. My classmates and I were sitting in a semicircle on the floor in the reading area. It was filled with Picasso-like drawings of my mom and dad, an Elmer's-glued, tissue-papered collage, and the answers to questions (favorite color, pets, best friend, etc.) written down by our hundred-year-old teacher, Mrs. I had just finished coloring in My Kindergarten Book. Little Monster It first happened when I was five. "I want a relationship I can finally sink my teeth into." -Alexander Sterling Chapter 1. ![]()
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