There's something in my closet. Its raspy monster breath makes my curtains flutter at night. I tell my mom, but she says it's just the sound of the wind whispering secrets to the moon. There's ... [+]
"Charlie...Charlie...are you daydreaming again? It's work time now, please get your pencil," asks Ms. Amy sweetly. Charlie Madison is in the 3rd grade, at KB Woodward Elementary school. Generally, he likes school, his aide, Ms. Amy, and Mrs. Higgs, his teacher. Charlie also loves buses; in fact, he wants to be a bus. He loves the wheels on the bus, the soft rubber on the ground and the sound they make when turning on asphalt. Charlie often dreams about being a bus in class. In his dream, he would feel his cold metal exterior, hard to the touch, solid and strong. Driving down a windy road, feel