blanket. “I’m a loser, and stop calling me Loco!”
In the morning, Loki crushed Sesame open and asked it where he should go next; sometimes, it knew where the next vampire would be, and if not, the gummy paper would at least helped ease his growling stomach—he was only allowed to ask Sesame one question per day.
The paper read: go to Snoring.
Snoring was the town where Loki went to school, and where Charmwill Glimmer lived, disguised as his teacher in Boring High, named after Snoring’s founding father Snoring Von Boring; it was a mystery if that was his name or a grand joke.
Some people liked to call the town the Great Snoring as they thought the word great made it sound more important. Loki thought both names were horrible.
Charmwill had advised Loki to attend school and get good grades. He thought getting a proper education would be plan B for Loki in case he failed in his mission and couldn’t go back to Heaven. There was one catch though; that Loki had to pay for his school. To do that, he had to keep killing vampires for money just like he had tried to do yesterday.
The sun was shining high when Loki entered Snoring, reading the welcome sign by the entrance:
Welcome to the Great Snoring.
A little lower, someone had paint-brushed the words:
Where dreams come true….LoL
A little lower, someone carved the letters with a knife:
Zzzzzz!
“Yeah, right,” Loki said, steering the wheel.
Snoring was so boring that students went back to school on weekends. School was just as boring , but it made them feel somewhat alive in this forgotten two-story town. Other students sought adventure outside the borders by attending the masquerade parties in abandoned houses on the weekends, but only a few came back.
Loki parked his Cadillac in the school’s busy parking lot, and sighed.
“It’s only one week before I turn sixteen, and I haven’t killed half the vampires I need to go back,” he talked to Carmen who played a song called ‘We’ll Make Heaven on a Place Called Earth’ for him.
“Shut up, Carmen. I’m not going to spend the rest of my life here. What am I going to do?” Loki snapped.
The Cadillac shook momentarily and grey foam spread out at the front. It was Carmen’s way of shrugging her shoulders at Loki’s question.
“Fix the stupid car!” Loki heard a student shout from the distance. The others laughed at him.
Slouched, Loki reached for his backpack and got out, now dressed in his only white shirt and blue jeans with holes in his pockets. It was frustrating that Charmwill forbade him from kicking any students’ butt in school, so he played nice most of the time, clinching his fist behind his back and imagining this was only a nightmare.
Although Charmwill Glimmer’s history class was fun, Loki was late again. Charmwill didn’t believe in history books; he claimed they had all been forged. So instead of teaching history, he read fairy tales to the students, and they loved it. It was only Loki who didn’t believe in fairy tales, especially true love’s kisses, which reminded him of frogs.
No one knew Charmwill was Loki’s guardian, disguised as a teacher to stay close and watch over him in his journey. But Charmwill wasn’t always helpful. Sometimes, he was a little tough on Loki; at least he didn’t embarrass him by wearing a cloak. Charmwill wore modern clothes that fit with his teacher disguise in the Ordinary World.
“Late again, Mr. Loki,” Charmwill said without raising his head from the Book of Beautiful Lies he was reading from. Most of the girls in class had their chin rested on their hands as they listened to Charmwill’s tales. Boys fidgeted or secretly flew paper planes at the daydreaming girls.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Glimmer,” Loki said.
Girls turned their heads at him. Loki pursed his lips. Although he liked many of them, it was better to treat them like the flu than to fall in love with one and end up finding out she was a demon.
“‘Sorry’ is
In the morning, Loki crushed Sesame open and asked it where he should go next; sometimes, it knew where the next vampire would be, and if not, the gummy paper would at least helped ease his growling stomach—he was only allowed to ask Sesame one question per day.
The paper read: go to Snoring.
Snoring was the town where Loki went to school, and where Charmwill Glimmer lived, disguised as his teacher in Boring High, named after Snoring’s founding father Snoring Von Boring; it was a mystery if that was his name or a grand joke.
Some people liked to call the town the Great Snoring as they thought the word great made it sound more important. Loki thought both names were horrible.
Charmwill had advised Loki to attend school and get good grades. He thought getting a proper education would be plan B for Loki in case he failed in his mission and couldn’t go back to Heaven. There was one catch though; that Loki had to pay for his school. To do that, he had to keep killing vampires for money just like he had tried to do yesterday.
The sun was shining high when Loki entered Snoring, reading the welcome sign by the entrance:
Welcome to the Great Snoring.
A little lower, someone had paint-brushed the words:
Where dreams come true….LoL
A little lower, someone carved the letters with a knife:
Zzzzzz!
“Yeah, right,” Loki said, steering the wheel.
Snoring was so boring that students went back to school on weekends. School was just as boring , but it made them feel somewhat alive in this forgotten two-story town. Other students sought adventure outside the borders by attending the masquerade parties in abandoned houses on the weekends, but only a few came back.
Loki parked his Cadillac in the school’s busy parking lot, and sighed.
“It’s only one week before I turn sixteen, and I haven’t killed half the vampires I need to go back,” he talked to Carmen who played a song called ‘We’ll Make Heaven on a Place Called Earth’ for him.
“Shut up, Carmen. I’m not going to spend the rest of my life here. What am I going to do?” Loki snapped.
The Cadillac shook momentarily and grey foam spread out at the front. It was Carmen’s way of shrugging her shoulders at Loki’s question.
“Fix the stupid car!” Loki heard a student shout from the distance. The others laughed at him.
Slouched, Loki reached for his backpack and got out, now dressed in his only white shirt and blue jeans with holes in his pockets. It was frustrating that Charmwill forbade him from kicking any students’ butt in school, so he played nice most of the time, clinching his fist behind his back and imagining this was only a nightmare.
Although Charmwill Glimmer’s history class was fun, Loki was late again. Charmwill didn’t believe in history books; he claimed they had all been forged. So instead of teaching history, he read fairy tales to the students, and they loved it. It was only Loki who didn’t believe in fairy tales, especially true love’s kisses, which reminded him of frogs.
No one knew Charmwill was Loki’s guardian, disguised as a teacher to stay close and watch over him in his journey. But Charmwill wasn’t always helpful. Sometimes, he was a little tough on Loki; at least he didn’t embarrass him by wearing a cloak. Charmwill wore modern clothes that fit with his teacher disguise in the Ordinary World.
“Late again, Mr. Loki,” Charmwill said without raising his head from the Book of Beautiful Lies he was reading from. Most of the girls in class had their chin rested on their hands as they listened to Charmwill’s tales. Boys fidgeted or secretly flew paper planes at the daydreaming girls.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Glimmer,” Loki said.
Girls turned their heads at him. Loki pursed his lips. Although he liked many of them, it was better to treat them like the flu than to fall in love with one and end up finding out she was a demon.
“‘Sorry’ is
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