Mr Crepsley came up to me.
"This is going to hurt," he said. "In otherwise circumstances, I wouldn't do it, but…"
I gulped and tried to stop the feeling of nausea from hitting me.
Mr Crepsley held up his fingers to mine…
When…
"Darren!" Steve burst into the room.
"Steve!" I said. "What… I don't get it… the spider bite…"
"Naw, I was just kidding! C'mon, lets go, that ginger freak is creeping me out..."
I turned on Mr Crepsley. "You," I seethed, "have been making me fucking hallucinate."
"Oh, it was just a bit of fun! I've always wanted an assistant! Aww, all the kids on the block have one! Why don't I have one? I WANT AN ASSISTANT! I HATE YOU GUYS! YOU'RE RUINING MY LIFE!" he stomped out of the room. "DON'T FOLLOW ME."
"Er, ok…" I said.
"Let's go, Darren." Steve said.
"Ok. I've had enough weirdness for one night." I said.
So we went home. I did everything as normal, then said goodnight to my parents and went to bed, falling asleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow.
In my dreams, there was a nice, kind if not random old man in wellies doing cartwheels. Over and over. And over. And random green snake boys jumping around on pogo sticks.
"AHHHH!" I screamed. "RANDOM WEIRDOS IN MY…"
Unfortunately, I then died because Steve had been biting me in the neck and then sucking all my blood out and I hadn't realised. At least my parents found me in lying lifeless in my bed, and not outside in the freaking street.
