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had with Galloway.
    "Vampires have not been discounted, Ms. Gale. Even if there's not much proof they existed, there's also no proof that they didn't. It is said that Vlad the Impaler was a vampire."
    "Seriously? Vlad was a power hungry monster who killed innocent people whom he thought challenged his authority. He killed children and women. He may have fed the flesh of his victims to their friends and relatives, but it was never said that he drank the blood of his victims."
    "You seem to know a lot about Vlad, Ms. Gale."
    "I know history, Mr. Galloway. Real history."
    "Then you know Vlad was the inspiration for Bram Stoker's Dracula."
    "That is also speculation. Bram didn't know much about Vlad. By your standards, you must think that Bram's novel is a true depiction of vampires."
    "I think, of course, that there are a lot of fabricated instances in the book. However, I do believe there are parts of truths."
    "Then you're an idiot."
    Gasps came from all around me.
    "You are out of line, Ms. Gale." I notice that when Mr. Galloway is upset, the spittle on his lip sprayed.
    "Mr. Galloway, you are trying to teach these kids about monsters that do not exist. I can't imagine that this is on your list of curriculum to teach."
    "Who is the teacher here? Can you say for certain that vampires in fact do not exist–Ms. Gale?" It's the way he pauses before saying my name, the way he looks at me that sends chills down my spine. It renders me speechless. There's nothing I can say to that, no way for me to answer. So I sit quietly, waiting, while he passes out literature on the 'undead'. It seems the rest of the class is genuinely quite excited to be reading about something other than "boring old stuff".
    He stops at my desk and lays a very old copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula in front of me. It's a first edition. In fact, it is one of the first copies ever published. I know this because it's mine.
    "Where did you get this?"
    "I know you've probably read this already, but perhaps you could read it again. Just as a refresher." It's all he says before giving me a creepy smile and going back to his desk.
    I don't open it–yes, I'm stubborn. I refuse to be intimidated by this new, weird Mr. Galloway. I don't know what happened to him, but I'm going to find out in–I check my watch–twenty more minutes. Geez, sometimes time could go by so tortuously slow.
    I turn around and reach for the note that Amanda was in the midst of passing to me. I don't pay attention to the shocked look on her face. She's wondering how I even knew she was about to tap me on the shoulder, but I'm too engrossed in my own thoughts to worry about it.
    " Are you crazy? Why did you argue with Mr. Galloway like that? At least now we can read something interesting!" I have to read the note three times–just can't concentrate.
    "Like I told him, this isn't science fiction class. I don't think it's right to make us read about a history or characters that didn't exist. Interesting or not." I pass the note back to her, rolling my eyes at her annoyed look. When I get the piece of paper back I know for certain Amanda is annoyed.
    " There's something weird going on with you. You've changed. Let me know when you see my best friend again."
    Before I can respond, the bell signaling the end of class began to ring. I don't move.
    "You coming?" I'm surprised that Amanda is speaking to me at all.
    "No. I need to speak to Galloway first."
    "I kinda enjoy this new reading material. I mean, seriously, it's entertaining. Don't ruin it." With that, Amanda walks out.
    I wait until Amanda closes the door, then turn my attention to Mr. Galloway. He rises from his seat and addresses me.
    "Would you like to argue further about my choice in curriculum, Ms. Gale?"
    "I would like to know where you got my book, Mr. Galloway. " I watch him carefully, trying to see any little thing that would alert me to what was going on. He turns quickly, however, so I don't see anything.
    He begins erasing words on the