The Dragon Keeper by Lizzie Anne Love

Author:Lizzie Anne Love
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LoveLightPress

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Freaks and Other Dates

For the first time in days, the thought of being a freak didn't bother me. My only problem—I couldn't let anyone know just how big of a freak I really was. As I stood in front of the mirror, I touched the tops of my ears and ran my fingers over the ridges stopping at the points on the top. Was I turning into an elf?

I smoothed my hair tight against my head to see if my ears popped through. Relieved, I slipped on my knit cap, checked the gem in my pocket and grabbed my sweater.

All sound in the house had dissipated. J.W. sat in front of the television with a bowl of Cheerios. Miri nestled beside my brother watching the T.V.

“Goodbye, you two.” I said.

J.W. poked the cereal in his mouth, and my dragon waved a wing at me, never taking his eyes from the dancing creatures in front of him. Before I opened the door Miri asked, What kind of creatures are those?

We call them Littlies, and they are not real. I sensed his confusion.

Not real? He moved closer to the screen and peered at them. They seem like friendly beings.

Yes, they are very friendly; that's why little kids… and dragons find them adorable.

I would like one as a friend. Miri scooted closer to the television.

You and every other two-year-old.

What are they saying?

Who knows?

With his nose pressed against the screen, Miri asked, Can they come out and play?

“No!” I hadn't meant to yell. I mean, that would be a very bad idea. The last thing I needed was little green puppets running around the house.

Miri took his eyes from the television. I fixed your blue box.

Blue box?

The thing you asked me to fix yesterday.

Jayme’s old phone. The one I'd dropped and broken last weekend. How could you fix it? I asked. It didn't have a battery charger. Then I felt silly for even questioning him. Hadn't he repaired the television so that it no longer needed electricity? Where is it?

On the thing you keep your clothes in.

My dresser. I went back to my room and stuffed the cell phone into my jeans pocket. Thanks, I told Miri.

On the bus, I flipped through the contacts. All the normal ones showed up, her mom, her dad, home, people from our drama class, a few I didn't recognize. Toward the bottom I found the name Romeleo. That couldn't be right. Curious, I pressed the send button and got a female voice. “We're sorry, but your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check the number . . .” I hung up before I got to the end of the message.

At school, I suspected that more about me than just my ears had changed. People watched me, something they'd never done before. I felt their stares on my back, yet when I turned, their eyes lowered as if afraid to make eye contact with me. Except for one boy—Tyler. While Nella stood close to him, with his arm

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