I Am Gabriel Ugliano, The Son Of A Dad - 1626 Words

I am Gabriel Ugliano, the son of a dad that is never around and a mother that died giving birth to me. My mother had died before I could even have a happy and memorable moment with her. The only way for me to remember how my mother looked like was by looking at the photographs that my dad took a picture of. My father also had paintings drawn of her. He was the most known painter in all of Transylvania, because all of his paintings looks like they were all moving and real. However, to get a painting of yourself to be painted by my father, it would cost a fortune and it had to take pace at our home at night time.I only see him at night time and whenever I saw him at daytime, he would either be in his room or his office. The last time that I†¦show more content†¦I noticed that, for some reason, he doesn’t like being in the daylight more than I don’t like it. My dad drove me to school just as the other students there started to go in the now opened school. Just as my dad said bye, I went inside the school to see rooms filled with lights. I had always wondered why my dad and I hated the light and I think that I figured it out. My theory was that my dad and I are vampires. I believe my mom was one as well but she didn’t have enough blood to drink before she gave birth to me so she died in the process of giving birth. I think that I deserve some answers to the questions I wanted to ask for four years, but right now I should try to listen to the teacher. â€Å"Does anyone here know the name of the original and most feared vampire in history? If you do, please raise your hand and say his name. If you can spell his name, please do,† the teacher said. â€Å"Dracula is the original and most feared vampire in history, and Dracula is spelled D-R-A-C-U-L-A,† I said with my hands raised. â€Å"That is correct, Mr.Ugliano. How did you ever learn this?† the teacher, Mr. Poindexter, asked me. â€Å" I read lots of comic books about vampires. I am actually very interested in vampire related books, Mr. Poindexter, but I am more interested in learning about Dracula,† I replied. After a few more hours of getting to learn each other, it time to go home. Luckily my dad was there waiting for me to go home. As soon as I got in the car and buckled my