Roberts had been on cafeteria duty that day, and the over-muscled devil teacher stood almost half a head taller than Tommy. Vampires did not like having red pasta sauce on their school uniform.įortunately, Mr. I’d kept walking without looking where I was going and spilled my lunch tray all over Tommy the vampire. She floated toward me to get in the lunch line, and the Gary Wright song “Dream Weaver” played through my head like it did for Wayne in that funny movie. I’d made that mistake once when I walked through the cafeteria to my lonely corner. I was just a boring human like my parents, and I didn’t want to attract too much attention. I didn’t have super strength, speed, or the ability to use magic. I wasn’t a vampire, werewolf, lizard, goblin, demon, or any of the other interesting races that filled the world. I didn’t have fangs, or fur, or tails, or glowing eyes. Just like everyone else at high school had these three and a half years. All that was a fantasy though after three months of adoring her she’d never said a single word to me in the morning, or after lunch when we had our history class and sat in the same spots. I knew that she probably thought I was a nerd, everyone at school did, but I prayed that she would one day ask me about the stuff I read, or even mention that she also played video games. Roberts, and even though the fat, bald devil man would always give her a warm welcome, the girl of my dreams would only nod at him before she walked in my direction.Īs soon as she turned her eyes my way, I would pretend to look down at my school work, or sometimes I’d read one of my new mangas, or a normal comic book, or even one of my video game magazines. Then I’d created a spreadsheet calendar to observe her habits, and then I had memorized it. Well, first I’d documented it with pen and paper. She always entered three minutes before the bell rang. I’d sit at my desk in the back of the room and watch her strut in through the door. The first was physics at eight in the morning, and I’d always arrive early. Even if she never turned around to look at me. Not only was it my last year in this hellhole of a school, but I would get to sit behind the most wonderful girl I had ever seen. I’d almost passed out when I first saw her, and then I’d almost fainted again when she sat in front of me in class.
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