Eat, Brains, Love

My first lame thought was: Oh man, the guys will never believe this happened.
But then I remembered I’d eaten all my friends, that I had no one to tell about this

My head was throbbing, and my vision had completely clouded with red. I felt a weird emptiness in my chest and realized that my heart had stopped beating.

Ms. Moonbeam was what everyone called our English teacher, Ms. Mueller, because she always wore those really long, flowy skirts and dangly earrings and was constantly talking about something called the “sacred feminine.” Amanda was right—all I had to do was spout a bunch of stuff about fairies and goblets and Susan B. Anthony and our teacher would do backflips.

I had bigger fish to fry than a stomachache.