Family Curse

Chapter One - Some Mystery and a Discovery

Stinky awoke that morning only to feel something familiar, yet unwelcome, against his tongue. He left his cramped room and walked down the creaky stairs of the old shack-like house. His father was seated at the table reading the morning paper.

"Hey Pa, these dang fangs of mine grew back again," he tried hard not to lisp over his protruding incisors.

"Agen? Why that's the third time in the past couple a' weeks," Stinky's dad said getting up from the table. "You just hold yerself still en ah'll fetch the file..."

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The rest of the day progressed normally; Stinky's teeth were sore only for a little while and no one suspected a thing. Lunch was edible, recess was enjoyable, and lessons were, well, 'special'. It wasn't until the final class that day that something went awry.

Stinky's teeth began to feel funny and something sharp brushed against his tongue for a second time that day. Now he was nervous. He was surrounded by people, worse yet, people he knew well, and worse yet, only week ago Sid had been convinced he was a vampire, and had been inches from proving it to be true. What if somebody saw? He had to get out of there.

Holding his textbook in front of his mouth, Stinky raised his hand.

"Uh, Mr. Simmons? Can I go to bathroom?" he asked.

"Yes, of course. Hurry back though, we're just getting to most exiting part in the history of Ireland's freedom and Bloody Sunday," the teacher replied, quickly resuming his lecture.

But Stinky didn't hurry. In fact, he waited there until the final bell rang. Nobody seemed to notice or care, that is, except Arnold. The one who never let anything get past him, who seemed to have the most intuitive personality of any nine-year-old to ever have walked the earth. Presently Gerald was in the middle of telling him a long- winded story that he was paying little attention to.

"And so you no what I said to Fuzzy Slippers? I says to him I says-"

"Hey Gerald?" Arnold cut him off. "Is it alright if I catch you later this afternoon?"

Gerald sighed. "Sure thing, man. I undastand if you gotta save some sorry soul, or rescue a damsel in distress or something. Catch ya later." They did their handshake and Gerald headed out of the school. Arnold, intent on finding the reason for Stinky's disapearance, headed towards the bathroom seeing as it was where he last claimed to be going.

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"Ah just don' git it. How could they be back already?" Stinky repeated to himself for the millionth time as he inspected the long, incurving fangs growing out of his gums.

Suddenly there was a loud clash, causing Stinky to nearly jump out of his skin. He spun around to face the source of the sound, and his heart went to his throat at what he saw.

There was Arnold standing in the doorway, looking beyond bewildered, his books scattered all over the floor.

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A/N: What do you think? Should I continue? Tell me! Oh, and if the way I try to write the different accents is annoying or confusing, tell that to me too. But for now just think about how it would sound if it was said out loud and maybe that'll help.