1- Not in a hundred years

"If you could become a human again, would you?" she asked me, looking at a notepad.

"Hmm..." I tapped my chin, pretending that I needed to think about it. "Nope. Not in a hundred years," I said, smiling. "Being a creature that is called a 'Dread' sounds cool."

"Would you ever want to meet one?" she asked, looking like my answer wouldn't interest her in the slightest.

I sighed and leaned back into my chair. "It's not my decision whether or not I want to meet one, but I will eventually be forced to do so, won't I? After all, I'm turning nineteen in a few days and I'll have to meet one in order to get a job."

The woman merely nodded and scribbled on her clipboard. "We're done here," she said, smiling.