“If you continue to make up fantastical stories,” Amanda said, lecturing her friend Mary Kate. “One day you'll
end up in a–”
Just then, Amanda's eyes grew wide as saucers. Her jaw dropped and the half-eaten sandwich in her hand fell to
the lunch tray on the table in front of the girls.
“What? What is it, Amanda?” asked Penelope. She and the other girls at the table turned and craned their heads
to look out the big, lunchroom window.
There, the girls clearly saw the image of a monstrous ogre dressed in the tattered remnants of a
businesswoman's dress, slowly shambling down the busy noontime sidewalk in front of St. Francis. The hairy,
muscular beast was easily the size of two, maybe three fully grown men. But judging from the ripped skirt,
blouse, and suit jacket the creature wore, this masculine looking beast had once been a young woman. The
monster wore no shoes and had only the shredded remains of nylon stockings clinging to parts of its legs. The
beast lumbered slowly down the street, its huge hairy knuckles literally dragging along the sidewalk as it
clumsily plodded along. It had only a dull glimmer of animal level intelligence reflected in its eyes.
“Did you see that, or am I going nuts like Mary Kate?” asked Colleen quietly.
“What is it?” whispered Edie.
“Evidence that I'm not nuts,” replied Grant, fidgeting with his skirt nervously.
He knew the vampire chick and her partner from hell were somehow responsible for what had happened to that
poor woman out the window. And Grant also knew his best hope of becoming an adult man again lay with finding
those two goth bitches and somehow getting them to change him back again. But if this shambling monstrosity
outside the school window was any indication, the vampire girls certainly weren't ready to start repenting and
making amends for their past transformations. Grant would need help from Mary Kate's friends.
“Waitaminute,” said Amanda, snapping Grant out of his silent thought process. “There's something else funny
out there.”
What is it?