"Okay, today children two dentists are comming to our class to examine our teeth for a study," Mrs. Garrison announced, moving to the side to let the dentists in the room. "All they're going to do is make you bite down on a styrofoam plate."
Mrs. Garrison continued. "They'll call you in by rows." She faced the first row. "Come on, let's go kids."
"Ugh, not these poeple," Cartman complained.
Kenny nodded. "Yeah but it's better than when they take our blood."
Katrina's head turned at the word. "Blood? They take your blood?"
"They haven't for awhile." Kyle rubbed his arm. "It hurts sometimes."
Cartman rolled his eyes. "You're such a pussy!"
"Shut the fuck up Cartman!"
Mrs. Garrison poked her head in the classroom. "Row two."
Stan gave a long sigh and rested his head on one of his hands. He heard Noah in the background and clamped his teeth together. He had to find a weakness in him that he could exploit. But what?
"Row three."
Kyle and Kenny were two of the six that hopped from their seats.
A few minutes later, "Four."
Stan gulped as Wendy passed him.
"You're next, Stan," Kyle said in a friendly tone.
"Yeah, whatever." Stan sounded annoyed.
"Row five, please."
Stan hopped down from his desk. He was unpleasntly surprised when Noah and Katrina were among those in his row.
"Okay, open your mouth," commanded the male dentist to Noah.
Noah opened his mouth to expose his two large fang-like teeth. Stan's eyes lit up with awe. He waited for Katrina's turn to see if she had the sharp canine teeth. She was next.
"Oh, you seemed to have bitten through the styrofoam," said the female dentist, throwing the broken one in the trash. "Here. Don't bite so hard with this one."
"Sorry," Katrina apologized, opening her mouth again.
"She has them too..." Stan bit his lip. "Are they... no... they can't be." After Stan's turn he took the chewed through peice of styrofoam from the trashcan and stuck it in his pocket.
"This could be useful later," he mumbled, going back to class.
At recess...
Katrina sat reading a manga on the swing. It was relaxing to just sit down and forget about being a vampire for once... even though she was reading the manga Chibi Vampire. She gazed up from the book to notice the boys playing football nearby. She shrugged and flipped the page.
"Hut!"
The boys charged after the football until some collided in a huge pile.
"Craig you asshole!" Cartman spat. "You never pass anyone the ball."
Craig flipped him off.
"You just want to get your fucking ass kicked, huh?"
"Come on," said Clyde. "Can't we just redo the play?"
"Fine."
"Sixty-seven, twenty-three, hut!" Stan yelled, passing the ball to Butters.
"Umm. Eh..." Butters held the ball tight and closed his eyes. "Ack!" He threw the ball, not even knowing where it was heading.
The group of boys chased after the football.
"I got it!" Kyle yelled, looking up, not paying attention where he was going. .
Kyle was too busy chasing the ball that he didn't notice he flipped Katrina over off the swing. He raised up to his knees. "Are you okay?"
Katrina blinked her eyes open to see him hovering above her. "I'm fine."
They held their gaze for a second and blushed, realizing the awkward position.
"Well? Get off of me!"
"Oh, uh, sorry."
The two stood up, brushing themselves off in silence.
"Here's your book." Kyle handed Katrina the dirty manga. A bent white line crossed the anime girl's face on the cover.
"Er, thanks." She reluctantly took the book from him, trying her best to be polite.
"Hey, dude, are you okay?" Stan came up to them.
"Yeah. I think so."
"That looked like a hard fa-"
Mr. Macky's whistle sounded and all the kids started back into the building. Stan and Kyle walked away together. Recess was over.
Katrina felt a tingling feeling down in the pit of her stomach and her face felt hot. "God, he must've hit me harder than I thought." She smiled and looked down at her feet. "Hmm...I never got his name..."
