Vampire High by Douglas Rees

Author:Douglas Rees [Rees, Douglas]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780385739207
Publisher: Delacorte Books for Young Readers
Published: 2010-07-13T05:00:00+00:00

WHAT TO GET FOR

THE VAMPIRE WHO HAS

EVERYTHING

I Was Sitting in the dining hall with Justin the Monday after my epic disaster. It was another bleak, ugly day outside and exactly matched how I felt.

The worst thing about reading my lousy, no-good poetry to Ileana was that now she thought I was gold dust. I was sure that if I asked her to go out with me, she'd say yes. But how could I do that, knowing she'd be saying yes because she thought I was writing a great--well, a good--poem about her favorite place?

Ileana sat down.

"I am angry with you," she said.

"Huh? What'd I do?" I asked.

"I passed you a note in mathematics, a perfect note, and the first gadje thing I have ever done in my life, and you did not even notice it," she said.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I've got a lot on my mind." Like what happens when you find out that I can't write poetry. That I can't even tell good from bad. That the joke's on you for thinking I can, and on me for ever thinking I could.

"That is all right." Ileana laughed. "Here, I have an extra one."

She took a little golden envelope out of her purse.

"Should I open it now?" I asked.

"If you like," she said.

Inside was a pale square card covered with fancy printing:

Ileana TLntonescu requests the pleasure of your presence

on the occasion oj her 'Fifteenth 'Birthday celebration

at two of the clock on Saturday, the Seventh of March.

dress Formal.

Below were her address and phone number and the letters RSVP.

"Great," I said. "I'll be there."

"I am looking forward to it," Ileana said, and smiled at me. "By the way, how is the epic coming?"

"Oh. It's coming," I said, and changed the subject.

Now I had two worries--what Ileana would think if she found out what a lump of tubifex worms my poem really was, and what to get her for her birthday.

Justin was absolutely no help when I asked him.

"That's easy." He smiled at me. "Just give her one of the stories from your epic. It'd be the best thing you could do for her. I'll bet it'll be her favorite present."

"Uh," I said. "What are you getting her?"

"Don't know," he said. "It'll have to be something small."

"Well, what does she like?" I asked. "Everybody's got favorite things."

Justin nodded. "She's got a lot of those," he agreed. "Most of them aren't really things to buy, though. She likes stars. Clouds, the big puffy ones. Oak trees. She told me once she loves the sound of seagulls more than music. And she loves music a lot."

"Maybe I could get her some CDs," I said.

"Maybe." Justin shrugged. "But you asked me what she'd like from you, and I told you."

My dad was as helpful as usual.

"Cash," Dad said. "If she's Antonescu's daughter, any sum larger than a nickel will make her break down and weep for joy."

Mom tried, at least.

"Books always show a great deal of regard," she said. "They show a man values a woman for her mind.

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