Adolescence is the vampire of childhood. It preys on innocent victims, wide eyed girls who have just grown capable enough to play really interesting games like “Battle of the Spy Clubs”, and “KiKi Munroe: Horse Whisperer”
That’s when the vampires strike. Slinking out from behind the shadows they tiptoe tiptoe tiptoe, behind the freshly washed faces and pony tails. “You’ll be the bell of the ball,” They hiss. “Boys will love you,” they whisper,”Girls will kill to be like you” they purr. All the while the vampires are sinking their teeth deeper and deeper into the girls’ milky white necks.
Once she has been bitten, there’s no turning back. The venomous poison courses through her veins, destroying everything that was interesting or unique about her.
Her Muppets T shirts get replaced by designer tops, her purple secret decoder rings morph into into cell phones, her long braided hair gets chopped and dyed.
The Newly Bitten seek each other out, forming snarling, boy hungry groups that prowl the mall looking for new blood.
What happens to the others, the ones who haven’t been bitten yet?
Mostly we try to blend in. The Newly Bitten can be ferocious.
As I lay here in the grass, a hardcover copy of Villete hiding my I spying eyes, I watch them, strutting and giggling and bouncing.. and I feel… I feel…
A white object comes hurtling towards my face. I try to seek cover under the shelter of my book, but as usual, my reflexes suck.