Not knowing what was going to happen next, I bolted up in bed. Screaming and sweating from panic in my apartment bedroom! Mom and Dad entered to comfort me. Tightening her pajama robe, Mom turned on the light and sat by my side.
Dad propped up my pillow and took my temperature with a terminator. I grabbed it out of Dad's reach and tossed it aside the room. Mom and Dad both looked at me skeptical and wanted to understand me better.
"We're worried about you, son," Dad said, frowning. "I think moving into this apartment community made you miserable. These episodes you're getting at night are making you not pay attention at school. What's wrong with your attitude?" Dad asked, positioning closer to my bedside.
I cleared my throat and looked at Mom and Dad. I crossed my arms and pouted. "I don't...know!" I roared, making our ears ring. "Since living here, I've had these dreams that my middle school is overruled by alien teachers. They want to give all the kids cursed with a cootie to make them into their vampire masters. And keep parents from pretending they need our protection to want to be undead kids of ever after evil to keep us surviving!" I tossed my hands in the air in frustration. I felt myself getting parched. "I need a drink," I explained, getting Dad and Mom out of the way. And we walked out of my bedroom.
Into the kitchen, I opened the refrigerator. I cringe with disgust. The milk was almost gone and expired, as well. I looked through the half-empty fridge for a soda. I spotted a can of tomato juice hidden behind a jar of nearly empty dill pickles filled mostly with green juice. I snatched the tomato juice can out of the refrigerator and popped it open.
Taking a long sip, I spat it out! I looked at Mom and Dad funny. Looking at the mess I spit, I realized it was actual blood...human blood, I was drinking! Not tomato juice! I looked at the label I was drinking. It read: 100% Drinking Dead Juice! Was I seeing things? I tossed the nearly full can into the wastebasket. I turned to look at my parents. I was feeling pale with worry again.
"Mom! Dad! I'm undead!" I said, felt dizzy again. And fainted...
The next thing, I found myself awoke with screams in my face! I didn't know where or what happened to me. I was back inside the classroom, where Mrs. Hey taught. And I found Traci and Mr. Shine were struggling to wake me up. "NO! I'm innocent!" I begged, trying to defend myself with Mr. Shine's vampire stake. Whom, I snatched away from him and pointed it at them.
They backed away and pointed to the window outside where the glass got shattered from the flying saucer. We walked over to the window and looked outside the abandoned playground. It seemed the alien spacecraft was floating above it. Where a group of middle school kids were trapped inside a beam of bubbles keeping them prisoner.
Looking with bewilderment, I whispered, "It's not a dream. It's an alien invasion. We can't let them hurt us!" I turned to Mr. Shine and Traci, for a more hopeful solution. I tried not pointing the vampire stake directly at their faces, so I lowered the weapon in defense. "Where are they going to take us? Their leader?" I asked, suspiciously.
Mr. Shine and Traci paused and looked at me seriously. Then, they tilted their heads back and burst out laughing. "Yeah, their leader will see you now!" Traci said, sarcastically. "And I've got a fang-ache!" Traci laughed some more. Suddenly, it made sense to me.
Tossing the vampire stake aside, I said, "Middle school was run by young monsters to make learning about human life a passion. So we could all get along. But something is going on with the teacher monsters...They're plotting against the students because they're rebellious about keeping humans out of the monster kingdom. To stop mankind from hunting innocent students from learning the truth about monster life. If we don't save the students from being exposed to aliens, we'll be lunch for their leader," I said, gulping, hoping they'd understand me.
Traci smiled and gave me a huge hug. "Someone's paid attention in school these days," she said, rubbing my noggin. "Now, you know why my dreams are causing me trouble," Traci continued. Before she could go on, they heard screams coming from the kids from the playground.
"Never serve your leader who doesn't exist to us!" shouted a big kid with freckles and a brave personality. As we watched Mrs. Hey enter the gates to the play palace. Where the overweight kid and his group of six or middle grade students gathered under the glow of moonbeam around them.
Mrs. Hey was in her beautiful human form, and she was getting irritated with dealing with troublemaking kids. Who aren't going to get away with discovering the secret ways of undead life in their small hometown.
The teacher looked pitifully again at Alex Snobs and then turned her head to look up the opening to the flying saucer. She nodded, giving the signal, and it opened. A bright light beamed up the students into the spacecraft. Mrs. Hey laughed victoriously, and directed the flying saucer on top of our middle school.
Mrs. Hey did a little victory celebration dance. And transformed into a hungry, teacher monster before her eyes. She started to glow and floated above the Abracadabra Middle School where she noticed Traci, the principal, and I were eavesdropping on them.
Taking the vampire stake from the floor next to me, I snatched it up quickly in defense. I hide behind Traci and Mr. Shine to protect them. Mrs. Hey's eyes glowed as she turned human again and stepped inside the classroom window, where she taught us.
"There is an assembly meeting in the auditorium after lunch today, kids," she said, her voice calm and smooth. "We're going to make every drink from the leader's life force. Then....Stone Heart will have no choice but to surrender to our leader. To support the undead life underworld where it will welcome the students to accept their afterlife differences. That's why we've traveled from the Dead Space to start a peace war between us aliens and vampires to get along. Where humans won't keep us extinct. And we will gain incredible powers to give our leader to build new life in outer space. Now, let's pretend we're here to support alien life and continue our education for the rest of the day, shall we?" Mrs. Hey said, walking over to the chalkboard.
Taking out a workbook on her desk, Mrs. Hey began writing some math problems on the chalkboard. We turned to look at Traci and she was doubling over in pain. "Make these dreams...STOP!" Traci yelled, and she was not liking what she was about to force her dreams to become....