If you thought eighth grade was tough, try it with fangs and a fear of garlic.

Henry shrugged. "I've kissed plenty of girls." "I'm not talking about your mom,dork.

Vlad's heart sank into his stomach, then squeezed its way down his leg and popped out of the hole in his shoe, where it struck the floor and broke.

Someday, my young friend, you'll find out that girls are actually people too. Just like you and me.

To his amazement, he could already hear Henry snoring in the backseat. That guy could fall asleep on a car trip to the mailbox.

Vampires,after all,don't sparkle.

Vlad decided that teachers' ideas were a lot like bunches of garlic-intriguing from afar, but up close sadly sickening and, if you weren't careful, DEADLY.