Author: Geranna Alger

So, I often find myself thinking of the time Argus and I had to team up when we heard commotion downtown. He is my arch nemesis, and always has been. This day was just super weird though. Argus wasn’t acting like he normally does. Normally when I see him, we glare at each other and eventually go our separate ways without speaking.

On this particular day, Argus invited me to get ice cream after scoping out the annoying man we saw downtown. Since I love ice cream, I went with it. For the rest of the day, Argus wasn’t being mean to me like he usually is. He was being….nice. I was uncomfortable. I am evil and am not used to people being “nice” to me. Anyways, I started to get the vibe that Argus may have a crush on me. Well, turns out he does. He told me later on that day. I started to wonder if I had a crush on him. I think I do. This may sound like a nightmare since he is my arch nemesis. But, now I’m starting to think we could be a perfect duo, like Bonnie and Clyde. I’m only 12 but this could be true love. Ew. I’ll stop now. Wait one more thing…my mom doesn’t approve of him, which makes this all the better.

I get a lot of questions on how I became such an evil child. Have you seen my mother? I take pride in it. It’s my favorite thing about myself. I wasn’t always this way though. I can still remember the day I knew I was no ordinary child. People fear me and I love it. It all started on my fifth birthday. I went with my mom to pick up my birthday cake from the store. When the baker handed over my cake, I was furious.
It had pink flowers, pink icing on the edges, and read “Happy Fifth Birthday Raven!” I hated it. I immediately grabbed the cake and threw it directly back at the baker who made it. The girly color and the delicate handwriting made me want to throw up. I started yelling as loud as I could at the grocery store clerks and demanded I get a new, black colored cake. I was tearing things off of shelves and making a huge scene. People were scared of me and I loved it. I had never felt more powerful in my life. Before getting kicked out of the store, my mom looked at me and grinned. She was proud.

From that day on, everything has been my way or the highway. I don’t take anything from anyone. I was not born to make friends, but rather to tear everyone and everything apart. I know that I will be this way forever, as I would never change a thing about myself.

I would never admit this to anyone nor let anyone see this other side of me. People know me as evil, creepy, and as a girl they would never let their kids hang out with, which is how I like it. But, sometimes when I’m alone, another side of me comes out.

 When I start thinking about my crush, Argus, I become soft and start to think about what it would be like to marry him someday. Gross, I know. I can’t believe I’m falling for my arch nemesis. I’m thinking I need to go to counseling or something to stop these feelings from happening. It’s disgusting and I wish I could just end it. Sometimes I have dreams about us playing in the park together, eating ice cream, and holding hands. I know this is a problem because those are all things I HATE doing. Plus, I hate Argus. He is my enemy!! I cannot like him. My mom also hates him. She doesn’t want anyone to change me because obviously, I am perfect. She just doesn’t see why I would like the town’s “hero”, and neither can I. He is completely opposite of everything my mom and I stand for. Until I figure out a way to end these feelings, I cannot be near Argus. I am going to continue to be extra mean to him, so that he leaves me alone and I never have to think about him again. 

So we all know that my mom is a giant evil red dragon. I get a lot of my traits from her. For example, my anger, my attitude, my humor, or lack thereof. But what I hear most people talking about when they see us, is the fact that we look nothing alike. I’ve wondered about this myself from time to time. I am an underweight 12-year-old human and my mom is well, a dragon. I’ve always known I was the coolest kid in school. Who else has a dragon for a mom? No one. People started making fun of me for it long ago. But, I don’t care. Everyone in my school is a loser. My mom tells me that I get my looks from my dad. 

My dad’s not in the picture but my mom told me about him once. He is a 7-foot tall human. I’d imagine he looks like me. Brown hair, brown eyes. He must be pretty cool if he fell in love with a dragon. Never-mind I said that though, I hate him. He left my mom to raise me on her own. Obviously, she’s doing a great job so it doesn’t matter. My mom and I are very close, as we share the same values. Our passion for being evil is unmatched. I feel that I’m very wise for a child, and I know that’s all thanks to her. I don’t even want to know what my life would look like if my dad would’ve never left.