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+ 1	Westward Bound-The First Month
+ 3	5th Grade Vampires: The Meeting

    As I walk thorugh the halls of East Valley Elementary, I notice all the wonderful outfits of the first day of school. Ha haha. Wonderful Outfit... just kidding!! I arrived at room 213, Mr. Fiorre's Homeroom. I never thought about the way I could find a class without even seeing the place. I never was in this school before. I only arrived at 213 East Juniper this morning. My Room doesn't even have a bed in it. Never been to school. Never had a friend. That's my life motto. Or at least is was.

     My desk was located next to the air conditioner/heater, so I was set for the year. Mr. Fiorre was supposed to be the meanest teacher in the whole school. Then he walked in and I understood why. Big body builder with the skull clothing. Perfect teacher. He sure qualifies. Well anyway,we started off meeting everyone and putting our things in our desk. I sat next to this mysterious kid and his name was Dustin Blooder. Hmmm...Blooder. I wonder...

    After class and during lunch, I tried to make friends with this kid. And I did. Dustin Fang Blooder. I went to his house after school. He lived in this HUGE mansion near the woods where it was dark. He told me that sports were strictly prohibited in or near his house. And he couldn't play outside during the day, a family rule. We became the best of friends during that short meeting, but now I know who Dustin Blooder really is.<>

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