Sweet, Sweet Monsters - Mary Claire Garcia (reading in the dark txt) 📗

I could not stop laughing and smiling. I felt better already. I was a monster after all like she said.
After a few more minutes, Dad took me to our car and he drove silently. He occasionally glanced at me as I stared outside the window. I just wanted to go home up straight to my room and close my eyes. Them maybe I’d be able to sleep and drown away all the confusing thoughts and feelings that was wrecking me up apart inside.
As our car passed, my eyes seemed to play a strange trick on me. The people at the streets looked…strange. Their eyes glowed and were they in costumes? Long nails, silver streaked hair, golden tattoos and they had wings. The wings were different for each person.


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Publication Date: 05-30-2012

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