I waved goodbye to Robert, the greasy-haired manager of Hollywood DVDs who lives with his mom, zippered my Roxy sweatshirt, and left into the cool dark air. I was walking down the main street, towards my house about eight blocks away, when I decided to take a short cut. It was late and I was tired, so I cut through the Frank’s Deli parking lot and started walking through one of the back alleys. All of a sudden, I see a huge black figure fall from the sky and land only a few feet away from me. Paralyzed from fear, I stood there staring at it. It looked like a cape. Suddenly the cape flew open, and I caught a glimpse of what looked like two big eyes. Purple eyes. “Andrew?”

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