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Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Bite Me v.7 Chapter 13 Part 2 of 6




            Michelle walks up to the door and knocks. It opens.

            “Yes?” asked the woman who answered.

            “I’m sorry I’m late but I’m in this class,” said Michelle, “is too late to come in?”

            “Not at all,” said the woman, “Class, we have a late comer. What is your name?”

            “Michelle Van Helsing,” she answered.

            “Any relation to the famous vampire slayer?” asked the woman.

            “Yeah,” said Michelle, “I’m a direct descendent of his.”

            “How many generations?” asked the woman.

            “I don’t know,” said Michelle, “What do you mean by how many generations?”

            “Well the men in that family lived long lives due to the special powers the fairy queen at the time gave them,” said the woman.

            “Really?” asked Michelle, “How long?”
           
            “I’d say they lived to about 150 years old before they died,” said the woman.

            “What exactly did they die from if not from old age?” asked Michelle.

            “History states that the men usually died in battle against evil,” said the woman.

            “And the women?” asked Michelle.

            “They usually were turned into something and may even still be alive today,” said the woman.

            “Wait,” said Michelle, “you mean I could have living ancestors?”

            “Yeah,” said the woman, “It’s possible.”

            “Did they help their husbands fight vampires?” asked Michelle.

            “As a matter of fact they did,” said the woman, “And that in a jest is what this class is all about. This is Family History.”
            Michelle looks at her schedule and it does say Family History for 1st Period.

            “Oh,” said Michelle, “Here, it’s an excuse from the secretary for me being late. We were talking for quite a bit after the tardy bell rang.”

            “Okay,” said the woman, “Please have a seat and I will continue my lecture on Ancient History. By the way, my name is Ms. Amber.”
           
            “It’s nice to meet you Ms. Amber,” said Michelle.

            The Bell rings ending 1st Period.

            “Please read chapters 1 and 2 for tomorrow, class,” said Ms. Amber.

            When the other  students had left Michelle goes back to the Teacher’s desk.

            “Why do I have a feeling that you and I are related somehow?” asked Michelle.

            “Maybe that’s because we are,” said Ms. Amber.

            “Are you one of my ancient ancestors?” asked Michelle.

            “Actually, yes I am,” said Ms. Amber, “But I’m not as ancient as you may think. I’m only about 300 yrs. old.”

            “And exactly how are you able to look so young when you are that old?” asked Michelle.

            “Magic,” said Ms. Amber.

            “So you are a witch,” said Michelle.

            “No,” said Ms. Amber, “I’m not a witch. I’m actually a dragon.”

            “You mean?” asked Michelle.

            “That’s right,” said Ms. Amber, “I can turn into a long giant scaly reptile that can breathe fire.”

            “And how far back in my family tree are you related to me?” asked Michelle

            “You are going to have to figure that out yourself,” said Ms. Amber.

            “Were there any daughters born into this family other than my mom?” asked Michelle.

            “Oh yeah,” said Ms. Amber, “There are several daughters that were born into the family.”

            “Are you one of them?” asked Michelle.

            “Like I said,” repeated Ms. Amber, “you have to figure that out yourself.”

            “Well I need to go to my next class,” said Michelle, “before the tardy bell rings. I don’t want to be late two periods in a roll.”

            “I’ll see you tomorrow,” said Ms. Amber, “try to be on time.”

            “I will,” said Michelle, who exits the classroom.

            Be careful out there my beautiful granddaughter,” thought Ms. Amber.


            “Welcome to 8th Grade Algebra I,” said the man sitting behind the big desk, “Look underneath your desks to grab your books and turn to page 12. By the way, my name is Mr. McDaniels.”

            While Mr. McDaniels taught from the book, Michelle realized she did not have a text book for her first class.
           
            I’ve got to remember to stop by there and pick one up,” thought Michelle.

            “Michelle Van Helsing,” said the teacher, “what is the answer to number 5?”

            “Uh” she said looking down at her textbook, “the answer is 5.”

            “That is correct,” said the teacher.


            The school bell rings ending the class and Michelle exits the classroom and hurryingly heads back downstairs to Ms. Amber’s room to pick up a textbook for that class.

            “Thank-you,” said Michelle after receiving the book.

            She leaves afterwards and heads for her 3rd period class.


            You know,” said a voice, “We never did finished our conversation.”

            Uh, I did have to get to class,” thought Michelle, “Sorry about that.”

            Well, it’s okay, really,” said the voice, “But I do think we need to meet again and soon.”
            Name the time and place and I will be there,” said Michelle.

            How about 4:00 at the park next door to the blood-donor clinic?” asked the voice.

            That sounds fine with me, Victoria,” said Michelle.

            “Excuse me young lady,” said the science teacher, “are you paying attention?”

            “Yes, sir,” said Michelle, “I’m paying attention.”

            “Then tell me how often are we going to have a test in this class?” asked the teacher.

            Michelle is silent for a moment and concentrating really hard.

            “I’m waiting,” said the teacher.

            My queen,” said a voice, “we will have a test every three weeks.”

            “Every three weeks,” said Michelle.

            “Okay,” said the teacher, “And what will we be doing to prepare for each test during each three week span.”

            “Uh,” said Michelle.

            The first week is lectures; the second week is experiments; and the third week is review,” said the same voice.

            “The first week is lectures; the second week is experiments; and the third week is review,” repeated Michelle.

            “Okay,” said the teacher, “who is telling her all of this because there is no other way for her to know unless she was told. Are you wearing some kind of ear device Michelle?”

            “No, sir,” said Michelle.

            “Then how are you able to answer my question when you were clearly not paying attention,” said the teacher.

            “But I was paying attention,” said Michelle.

            “Okay,” said the teacher, “then let’s start with today’s lesson.”


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