It's not my fault. I didn't do my schoolwork because Tommy McDonald kept flicking my neck with his pencil. Then the teacher yelled at me when I told him to stop. And I didn't put the monster in my closet.
I crawled into bed next to Mom. She didn't wake up until Dad started yelling again. He said I was too old to be scared of monsters, and smacked me around for crying.
Mom didn't say anything. She didn't stop him.
Before I left their room, their closet door opened. A big fanged mouth smiled at me.
I smiled back.
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