Jess What had just happened? was the question running in my mind. I had done all according to how the ritual is said to be done. Peter was supposed to be obedient. My mother suddenly entered the living room. She was in awe, like me. "What was Peter doing here?" She asked. I could feel my body heating up. "He knows what I am!" I shouted. "What! How could he have known?" My mother shouted, angrily. "He caught me when I was trying to enchant him with a spell." I could see the disappointment in my mother's eyes "I can't believe this. Now I have to clean up for your mess, again!" She said. "You want to kill him?" I asked, worried. "Yes. If I don't. Everyone in this community will come for us and we will all be dead." Just then, George burst into the room, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear. "I just saw Peter driving away angrily. Are you having problems with him?" My father asked. "What did he say to you?" I asked, my heart racing."He said nothing. He looked at me
Sandra What is going on here? My heart wondered. I hadn't expected to see Jake until Monday. Moreover, seeing him with my mother was bizarre. Knowing her, she probably wanted to know more about Jake's background. Her smile made me even more uncomfortable. I wondered what kind of interrogation was taking place before I even stepped into the room. Alas, will her detective waging curiousity ever end? "Jake?" I exclaimed. The snob stared at me with a smile. He seemed uneasy, his right forefinger kept tapping. My mother however seemed calm and very proud. She was seated uprightly. "How come you never told me about how interesting your friend is. He's a really good role model for your peers." Said Estelle. I became even more worried. "Mom I hope you'll find everything you need in there. Jake let's go outside." I said, leaving the grocery bags on the table. My mother motioned that she was keeping her eye on me. I felt irritated by the notion. I led the snob away from the house as I c
JakeThe sun had just disappeared when I arrived back home. Somehow I had wished that my day with Sandra would never end. She's always been interesting. She unlike every other girl I've met, did not seem gullible and simple to throw herself at me. She was fierce as well as brave enough to speak her mind. I still can't believe we nearly kissed. I could hear the sound of her heartbeat. Her skin glowed so beautifully in the sun. I couldn't contain my yearning for her. I wanted a taste of her love. A kiss would unlock our feelings for each other but her heart would be a fine reward. As I was reminiscing about Sandra, i suddenly had footsteps approach the gate to the house. I looked at the camera screen and realised it was Paul. "What's he doing here?" I wondered. I unlocked the door with a remote control and headed downstairs to meet with the coach. He was relieved to see me, but I could sense there was more to his visit then meets the eye. "Make yourself at home!" I remarked. Coach m
PeterI had been trying to reach Sandra for two days but she never even returned any of my missed calls. I didn't blame her. That's what I deserved. Afterall I was rude to her and Jake. I had seen her at school but I tried to keep my distance as I was afraid of telling her what Jake was. It wasn't my place to do so especially because he was protective of her and knew more than I thought I knew. Things I thought I knew about Jess that were hidden from me. My head was able to reason better after I took out the necklace. But I still needed clarity, I needed answers as to why my girlfriend would keep her identity a secret from me. I approached my locker, eager to grab my books and attend the next class. But as I opened the door, i found a letter tucked inside. It was from Jess. My heart skipped a beat as I began to go through the word's written. "Hey. I'm sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to scare you off like that. I am a witch. Its a part of my family's history and I don't know
Jess It was around 3pm when one of the workers from the Winslow diner arrived with the order I had made. I had promised my mother I would pay her money by the end of the day and she knew I always delivered on my promises. Even though my parents had established their business many years ago, the goal remained the same. To make us look like a regular family instead of dangerous witches that do not mind using their powers to gain all the money they can. Hence we live in a mansion, instead of an ordinary all American shack. We had maintained this sort of lifestyle for many years and it worked wonders for us. I carefully and neatly set the table for the guests i had been expecting. I wondered if their hearts were as cruel as me. My conniving thoughts, were disturbed by a bell ringing. I lifted my hands and opened the door in open space. Witches didn't have to touch the doorknob to open. My three guests had finally arrived. I pulled out an apron from the drawer by the flip of my hand and
Jake It had been weeks since I had seen my father. It felt slightly weird not to have him around but the peace that came with it was worth it. As I going through my science assignment, I heard voices from a distance. I peered out the window and saw Paul standing there on the sidewalk with my father. I was shocked. My room was still a mess. There were plenty of uselessness items on the floor. Pencils, a notebook, plastic bags of my favourite dry meat snacks, shoes laying around carelessly. My bed was not made, there were blankets hanging down to the floor. A complete mess. I begun to put everything in its order, then made the bed and lastly changed into a more nest and acceptable attire. A shirt and my denim jeans.. But as I was walking down the stairs, I heard something disturbing. My father was asking about me. I returned to my room, as the voices were getting louder and louder . "Where is my son, the house feels empty" Daniel commented, his voice carried a kind of disappointment
Jess Night was creeping in. Getting Peter on my side hadn't been difficult. How could it? He was madly in love with me and would believe anything that I had to say. However I still needed to ensure that our relationship was secure and that no one would ever come in between us again. But why, you wonder I would work hard to get Peter to be mine. There answer was simple.Every single witch had an ally. But in our language we call them zombies. He was the perfect fit. Obedient and loyal. The bonus was that he was still pure. He had never slept with any girl before. The zombies which were the most powerful, were those who were virgins. There was no misfortune they carried with them which meant that everything spell I were to cast would be mostly effective and do great damage. As I sat there with my thoughts. Todo made his way into my room and began to buzz in my ear. "Oh is that so?" My tiny spy friend had noticed the Finley sisters at the entrance gate. Tyler was not with them. I flew
JakeThe weather was gloomy, the sky grey in discomfort. There was a sort of stillness in the atmosphere. Even though I couldn't feel the cold like humans did. I had to choose clothes that resembled that I was feeling cold too, of which would be a lie since werewolves were always hot, regardless of the change of weather in the air. I put on a a grey blazer then combed my hair neatly as my father would have it since he was around. But of course I'd change the hairstyle on the road, hence I carried my styling gel everywhere with me. I looked at the news and saw Peter's face on the news. The word's "Died last night!" were written in bold. I was shocked. I immediately hopped in my car and drove to Sandra's place. But I didn't find her or anyone there. I tried calling her but it would take me to voicemail. Her phone was probably dead. I then drove to Peter's house and saw many cars parked outside. I searched for parking space and also parked my car there. I recognised Sandra from a distanc
Sandra The night had been beautiful and full of surprises. I hadn't expected Jake to do all that he did but I had known for a while that he liked me. Infact the only reason I knew was because of Peter. If only he were here. We would laugh out loud about this very night. My heart was filled with joy as soon as I had finished taking a hit night shower. I put on my gown and rushed to my room. But the door was not closed anymore, it was slightly opened. I saw my mother sitting there on my bed. Her eyes gazing on the family photo album. She wiped her eyes from the tears that ran down her cheeks. "Mom, why are you crying?" Was the first question that popped into my head at the time. She looked at me and a smile covered her face. "You're so grown up. I can't believe I really did it." She said. Trying to hold back the tears. I felt slightly awkward. And clueless as to how to respond. "Yeah I'm grown, is that a reason to cry or did something bad happen at the hospital?" I pondered abou
PeterFree at last, I ran on the gravel road behind large tall trees. Away from the road. Since it was no longer safe. I could hear the sound of my breath coming out. There were no cars passing by, it was just dark and silent. For the first time in a long time, I feared the dark. I refused to look behind me. All I could think about was making it to my house and seeing my parents again. I ran continuously refusing to stop. Until suddenly, I heard a car come behind me. I was certain it was Jess and so I tried to increase my pace but fall to the ground instead. I heard the car park behind me still. The lights flashed my way. "Hey, wait. You don't have to be scared. I can drive you to your destination. It's dangerous out here." Said a voice. And it didn't sound anything like that of Jess. I got up from the ground and turned to look and saw a male shadow standing there. I couldn't see who it was since the lights were bright and in my eyes. "Their following me. Please get me out of here."
Peter Night's had passed since I had last seen anything in the mirror. I was still alive. My mouth covered in blood, I had begun to feed on rats to get the protein I really needed. The room was already stinking, no human could be able to survive such a smell but I was able to since I had gotten used to it. I had even begun to make a large scratch on the wooden floor using the zip from my now torn trouser. As a I was scrapping down on the filthy floor, I noticed a light from the corner of my left eye. I looked up and saw light coming through the mirror, I threw everything to the ground then ran towards the mirror to see what was happening. I was shocked when I saw a human hand passing in front of the glass.It looked like that of.. a face appeared finally. It was Jess. "Hello baby! I see you're still alive. " She said. I thought I was probably hallucinating, but no it seemed to real to be an image. It was her. "Are you the one that locked me in here?" I asked. Jess nodded slowly.
Sandra I had spent the entire day looking for the perfect outfit to wear on my date with Jake.. actually i wouldn't consider it as a date per day. Just a simple nighout with a friend. Well that's how I saw Jake. I had finally considered him as just a friend even though I didn't like him that much before. I could have ignored him but because of Peter, we became friends. Again, there was a sort of kindness about him. A side that I had found to be likeable... Firstly he was friendly with all the cooking and cleaning staff that worked at the school. Secondly, he ate food that was offered at school even though he could afford to buy a meal at a restaurant. Thirdly, my mom liked him and he was respectful. I put on my new outfit. A black hem tshirt with lace details on the sleeves with a black jeans. My mom helped braid my hair on the side then curled the rest of it. I felt alive. As I was finishing off my makeup, I heard a car park outside the house. I knew by then that Jake had arrived
SandraThe morning was silent. Peace covered the streets of Cornerstone. I wanted badly to skip achool for at least five days. I knew that the Finley sister's would be waiting for me at school. Waiting eagerly for my blood. My heart throbbed with each movement. I had left the house earlier than usual, unwilling to go with Jake. I didn't want him to protect me or fight my battle. I was ready to face my fears even if it meant I had to defend myself again. But what triggered that was the unfair treatment I had received from the principal. I wanted justice. I wanted to fight. Scared as I was. All the learner's students gathered to near the assembly hall for the day's announcements. Mr Burgess pulled out a key from his pocket but was surprised to see that the door was actually not locked as he thought it was. He opened it wide for the learners to enter. Those that were at the front, standing next to the principal began to scream. "What's the meaning of this?" Mr Burgess asked. He seemed
Sandra When my class for the day had ended, I walked past the principals office to place my books in the locker. However I was surprised to notice that his office was empty. There was no hint at all of the Finley sister's and their looser boyfriend Tyler. As I reached for the locker I heard someone clearing his voice, I turned to look and saw the principal, tall as he was staring right at me. His eyes slightly hazed inside his spectacles. "Mr Burgess. You scared me." I said. The principal did not seem to hear me. "You are late for detention. Follow me to my office!" He shouted. I was surprised. "No sir. I think you are mistaken. I did nothing wrong. The Finley sister's are the ones who deserve to be punished. Not me!" I cried out. "You are late for detention. Follow me to my office!" The principal repeated as if a recorded tape, continuously repeating the same message. I continued to defend my innocence but the principal did not listen to me nor did he try to reason. He just
SandraA week had passed since Peter died. But it felt like it happened a day ago. It still didn't feel real. It was like a bad nightmare and all I wanted was to be woken up from it. Had my mother not say anything to help lift my spirits, I would have not even gone to school. Having her by my side was exactly what I had needed at the time. I dragged my feet to my locker and pulled out a geography textbook. Before I could even close the locker, I saw three shadows behind me. I could tell who they belonged to because of the smell of their deodorant."What do you want?" I asked. Anne aggressively grabbed me by the hand and pushed me to the locker, her sister took the opportunity and pinned me there with her muscular athletic body. Tyler was a distance away, looking out for any teacher's, as he always did. "Can't you see I'm in a bad shape?" I asked. The Finley sister's began to laugh. "Remember when you embarrassed us in front of the entire school?" Anne asked. Her breath smelled
PeterFive days had passed since I had been locked up in this dark room. I hadn't had a bath nor had I eaten anything. I had thought about grabbing one of the rats and eating it but that looked too disgusting even just by thinking about it. I decided to focus my energy on getting up from the floor and if possible take a few workouts to ensure that I had enough energy to try and escape the house. Unfortunately there were no windows, nor were there any doors. I tried to remember what really happened the night I disappeared and the events prior. I rubbed my neck slowly and realised that the pain that I had been feeling had finally left me. Memories began to flood into my mind. Jess had given me a ring as a gift, but it carried something in it that made me moody all the time. And Jake was the one that helped me realize that it was wrong for me and took it out. I felt better. I began to feel angry, the thoughts surrounding Jess disgusted me. After her confession, I became a victim of an a
Peter The room was cold and dark, the ceiling was black as if it had burned, the walls were covered in ash, the atmosphere covered with a burning smell and something rotten. The floor from where I had been laying was full of dust and rats passing by. I couldn't decipher if what I was in a dream or whether this was my reality. I looked at my clothes, they were dirty as well as torn. My knees were covered in scratches, so was my body. I suddenly felt some heat and aching all over my body. Fortunately there was a mirror in the room. No bed, no chair, no blankets, just a mirror. I slowly walked towards it. My body still in pain. I lifted my eyes to my reflection and saw the horror that I was in. I looked awful. Bruises were covering my entire body. Blood had left an ugly stain all over my clothing. What had happened to me I wonder. Because of the continuous pain that seemed not to want to leave me, I realised that I was not in a dream but was in a true nightmare. Everything was real. But