Dance With A Vampire for Chapter 26

We'll get you something beautiful to wear that isn't torn, adorned with staples, or riddled with safety pins. " That's exactly what I was afraid of. I'd finally seen Valentineeven if it was only for a moment through a telescope. As I tried to finish my language arts essay, my mind was distracted by the eleven-year-old vampire. I imagined what he wanted at the treehousea hidden treasure, Jagger's leftover blood supply, a place to lay his coffin? I also envisioned all the places he could be speeding off to on his skateboardDullsville's cemetery, a hidden sewer, or an abandoned church. And most important, I wondered when I'd see him again. 7 Shopghoul The next day, after the second bell before language arts class, Becky was reviewing her completed essay, while I was trying to keep my weary eyes open long enough to finish mine. Our teacher, Mr. Kensy, a dour man with a devilish mustache, was taking attendance when the announcements came on. "Viva las Valentines, " a perky teen girl's voice began over the classroom loudspeaker. "Prom is just around the corner. Don't forget to purchase tickets at the gymnasium door during lunch period. Also cast your ballots for Prom King and Queen. His and Her Majesty will get a spotlight dance and a picture in the Chatterbox! Our class treasurer, a blond with a bob, wearing a pink-and-white-striped polo shirt and jeans, rose and shyly walked down the classroom aisles, handing a red valentine to each student. Becky began to scribble pensively, as if she were voting in her first presidential election. As the other students whispered and wrote down their choices, I quickly filled out my form. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours, " I said to Becky when I'd finished. Becky nodded eagerly. I held out my valentinenext to King I'd written "Matt Wells, " and next to Queen I'd written "Becky Miller. "