CHAPTER #1           by Sunni Yuen
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	"See you soon, Mr. and Mrs. Willow," Dylexia flashed them a sugary sweet smile."Don't worry. Yes, I'll take care of little Mitchie. Have a nice anniversary trip". 

	"No, no! Don't leave me behind! Mom! Dad! Not Dylexia!" Mitch cried grabbing his dad's legs.

	Throwing a tantrum usually got what he wanted, but his parents only smiled, told him to behave, ran over some quick directions with Dylexia, and forced Mitch to let go as they walked out the door. Dylexia looked out the window and waited until Mr. and Mrs. Willow drove off to celebrate their tenth wedding anniversary. Then she faced him advancing slowly.

	"Why , what's wrong? Mitch, you aren't afraid of me, are you?", she gave him a nasty grin. From behind she drew out a cat's 0' 9 tail lashing it viciously, shrieking wildly all along. Mitch shielded away from her in terror. The lovely, sweet face was gone and in it's place was one resembling a mad woman's. Her granite eyes darted back and forth.
 
	"Now go !" she pointed to the kitchen. Mitch didn't move. She whipped the cat's 0'9 tail and immediately Mitch unfroze from his awkward position and ran as fast as he could with salt tears streaming down his face.

	 "Boy, oh boy! Do I ever love this job! Plus, I get paid for doing it!" Dylexia threw her head back with laughter. She turned to Mitch and said in a pleasant voice, "Now Mitchie, how about some turnips? Very tasty, Cabbages! Yum, Don't forget to eat these Brussels sprouts." 
	
	That was all that Mitch got for dinner: awful healthy veggies. Rye bread and spinach was his dessert while Dylexia feasted on fried chicken. Then out popped the whip and Mitch was commanded to serve her ice cream and sodas, while she was watching a movie. 
	Nobody liked Dylexia he thought. She loved to torture kids secretly but the adults thought that she had a good reputation. Nobody knew why but she derived pleasure from doing it. Rumors said that she had escaped from a mental institution and earned money by baby-sitting. Once a boy named Alec had tattled on Dylexia and the next day, he had bruises & cuts, a sprained ankle, and a cracked rib, but he wouldn't tell what happened or who had done it.

	 "Listen brat, you forgot to put whipping cream on my sundae," she sneered and gripped her weapon," Hold out your hand," Mitch backed off, but out shot a hand with bright red finger nails. It clutched his and Mitch clenched his teeth as the whip came down on him ten times hard," That'll teach you, you snotty rascal. Too bad that you're stuck with me for three more days," she said nastily.
	
	 Then Mitch was sent off to bed at 7:53, after brushing his teeth. His hand hurt badly and he couldn't stop crying, "How am I going to survive the next three days?" he half-whispered.