03 How I Met My Monster by R.L. Stine

Author:R.L. Stine [Stine, R.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“Have you ever been to Lissa’s apartment?” I asked Monroe.

It was the next morning, and we were walking to school.

Harlan had already bombed up to us. He said he was going to give us both a break today. So he took both of our lunches. We watched helplessly as he ran off laughing like a maniac.

Sweet guy.

I’d been thinking about my plan to spy on Monroe and learn the truth about him. As we walked along Elm Street, I felt kind of jumpy. Excited. But not a good kind of excited. Just tense.

Monroe scratched his cheek. “No. Never been to her apartment. It’s on six, right?”

How did he know the floor Lissa lived on?

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s nice. It has a long hall with lots of rooms. Bigger than my apartment.” I squinted at him, trying to read his thoughts. “You never been there?”

“No. Lissa seems nice. But she never talks to me.”

We let a school bus rumble past. Then we crossed the street.

I remembered the first time I saw the monster. Running toward the school entrance. It was in a flash of bright sunlight. Yes. The sun was so bright, I had to blink. And when I could focus again, I saw the monster.

“Let’s cross the street,” I said. I tugged him by the arm.

He pulled back. “Why? We never walk on that side.”

“It’s sunnier,” I said. “I just feel like a little sun.”

If we walk in the bright sunlight, maybe you’ll turn furry again.

I pulled him across the street. The morning sun was still low in the sky, and it was blindingly bright.

I blinked a few times. Just the way I had the first time. I shut my eyes for a few seconds. And when I opened them …

… When I opened them, Monroe looked exactly the same. No fur. No monster.

I felt disappointed. And relieved. All at the same time. It made my stomach feel funny, like all churned up.

I don’t like spying on my friends. But what choice did I have?

You’re next. You’re next.

I couldn’t get that growled threat out of my ears. I heard it over and over. And each time, it gave me a chill.

In class, it was easy to keep an eye on Monroe. Because he sat at the desk right next to me.

We had quiet reading hour just before lunch. I was reading a book called The Call of the Wild. I like animal stories, and this was a great one about a dog.

Suddenly, I gasped when I heard Monroe let out a growl.

My book fell onto the desk. I turned, expecting him to be furry.

He grinned at me and rubbed his stomach. “Can you hear my stomach growling?” he whispered. “I’m so hungry.”

“Mine is growling, too,” I lied.

His stomach growled again. “Too bad Harlan stole our lunches,” he muttered. He went back to his book. I glanced at the cover. He was reading Frankenstein.

Later, I borrowed some money from Lissa and bought lunch for me and Monroe. I watched him eat his ham sandwich and bag of potato chips.

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