While rummaging through some old boxes, I found this little story, written when I was 11. I corrected a few annoying spelling errors.
One day I was having a blood test. It was about 2:00 o’clock in the afternoon. The doctor said he had broken his glasses the night before and he had not gotten his new ones yet.
After we had finished with the blood test, I walked out the door and by the doctors rose bushes and RRRRIP! My cape got torn on one of the thorns. MY CAPE! I never wore a cape before. I must look like a vampire. Oh yes, It all fits together…Wow, I’m hungry, and look at all the food walking around me. That isn’t food, it’s people! OUCH! i cut my tongue with one of my fangs… one of my fangs! I’m a vampire, that’s what I always wanted to be. Anyway I have to prove to myself that I really am a vampire. I’ll go home and look in the mirror.
Later. Here I am at home and I am going to look in the mirror. Oh my gosh, I am a vampire. This is the way I look in the mirror…
A vampire has no reflection in the mirror so I’m a vampire. Let me see if I can change into a bat. Poof. flap flap squeak squeak. Poof. I’m my self again. But I’m still a vampire. That reminds me I’m hungry. There’s a good looking person…bite, slurp…pithooy, green blood, he must be a Vulcan. Ahhhhh there’s a pretty girl. Run run run, Grab… Poof, oh no, I changed back into my own self suddenly… (and she said) “Get your hands off me you little brat you.”
Later I see how it happened. The doctor gave me some vampire blood by accident. And now the blood cells have died.
Sigh. Did you notice how quickly I changed back after chasing the “pretty girl”. I guess some things never change, or rather never stop changing. And I have a feeling some of those blood cells are still alive in me.