Lauren's+Entry+for+Emma's+Cannibalism+Contest

Author's Note: The idea of cannibalism terrifies me. Honestly, just thinking about it makes me cringe in horror. I can't believe I actually wrote something where a person eats another person . Yuck...

 Ten-year-old Sadie Golden smiled warmly at Ms. Stanley, the woman who had guided her gently since her first day at Weaver Elementary School. It felt so safe and familiar in Ms. Stanley’s office.

 “Well, here’s to the class of 1997! Let me just say, Sadie, I am so proud of you,” Ms. Stanley said. “After all you’ve been through, you’re finally graduating from fifth grade. I remember when you first began kindergarten. You were only four years old! Look how far you’ve come.”  Sadie bobbed her head up and down, her blond curls bouncing against her shoulders. “I would have never been able to graduate if it weren’t for you, Ms. Stanley.”

 Sadie twirled in her cherry red dress. “Oh, I’m so excited, Ms. Stanley! If only my parents could see me now.”

 “Now, Sadie, you must remember how your parents died,” Ms. Stanley warned.

 Sadie’s blue eyes flashed dangerously. “I was four years old. I didn’t mean it.”

 “Of course not,” Ms. Stanley said hastily. “Now, go find your classmates.”

 “Ms. Stanley, you’re not going to help other students after I’m gone, right?” Sadie whispered.

 “Of course not, sweetie,” Ms. Stanley chuckled absently.

 Sadie smiled. “No, Ms. Stanley, you won’t. I’m going to make sure of it.”

 “Now, Sadie, I helped students before you, and I will help students after you. It’s my job – I’m a school counselor. Would it be fair if one of the students that I helped before you said that I couldn’t help anyone after them? In fact, in the past, I’ve helped many students at once.”

 “I’m the only student you’re helping right now,” Sadie said.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;"> “Because you – oh, you know what you did to the others, Sadie, and it wasn’t right,” Ms. Stanley sighed.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;"> “But you can’t tell,” Sadie taunted, “or I’ll do the same to you.”

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;"> Ms. Stanley opened a magazine. “Sadie, you’d best join your classmates, now.”

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;"> “You knew this day was coming, Ms. Stanley,” Sadie whispered. “I’m going to middle school, now. I won’t need you anymore. And anyone who does won’t get you.”

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;"> Ms. Stanley glanced up. “Sadie, do you want to lose my trust?”

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;"> Sadie smiled. “I never earned it.”

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;"> She leapt onto Ms. Stanley’s desk and dug her teeth into the pale neck of the woman who had been her counselor for so many years.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;"> Wiping blood from her lips, Sadie smiled. “Here’s to the class of 1997.” <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 110%;"> MAH SEAL OF APPROVAL