Everyone's heard the stories, the vampire

Everyone's heard the stories, the vampire myths and other monster stories. Everyone knows their made up tales passed down for generations. Does anyone know the true monsters though

that work in the school administration? Those are the real monsters. Bloated and bored, and tucking in their shirts, they let the potential of youth spoil like mayo in the sun. The

stars in their chests are warping into wormholes, leaving space only for soulless students, whose dream is to

park the car in Harvard Yard. But the wormholes had taken care of that punchline. The comedians gave up hope of space travel. Their audiences were finite. They became despondent.

In the instant he noticed the dust in the air being highlighted by a ray of sunshine coming in through the window and ...it hit him

that this is what he wanted, what she wanted, and it was all wrong. Flayed by this truth, he raised his head and shrieked a line from

his favourite Four Tops track,'You belong to me! Bernadette!' he screamed.Such a shame.Wrong name. He knew he'd forever dashed his hopes of being her prince.He tried to wriggle out

of his dance leotard many times in front of her, hoping she'd get the hint. But, she was

oblivious.The leotarded men she was interested on where more like Gene Simmons or those guys from Spinal Tap. Never mind that they dropped zucchinis down the front of their pants