Episode 2

EPISODE 2: YOU'RE INVITED TO MY BIRTHDAY BASH.

"What exactly do you want, Sarah?" I inquired about our shady pleasantries. I kept seeing Daniella nod her head against me, as if she was referring to the last time I caused Sarah and I to get into a fist fight at school. We could have fought that day, but someone told the principal, and everything was called off, and I ended up in detention, as did Sarah. I had to return home from school a few minutes after four p.m.; it had been a long day that I did not want to repeat.

"Nothing much, I just came to invite you to my birthday party; would you come?" She paused to hear my response. I did not want to attend, and I never wanted to; however, Daniella felt compelled to insist that I accept her invitation and also invite her to my own birthday party, which was three days after Sarah's.

Sarah thanked me for inviting her and then moved on to the chair behind us and the rest of the tables in the Cafeteria...

Daniella and I returned to the classroom after we had finished our meal. The entire class was already seated in their chairs; Daniella and I usually take the chairs from the second roll, but we noticed that some other students had taken our seats; Daniella dislikes sitting in the back, so I approached the girls and asked to speak with them.

I smiled at both of them and asked, "How are you doing, ladies?" I continued by engaging in a light conversation with them.

One of the girls, dressed in a floral top, turned to me and spat venom, "What the fuck do you want, and why are you blocking the sun?" The counterbalance on her face indicated that she was attempting to get on my bad side; her friend beside her noticed the actual expression on my face and immediately apologized on her friend's behalf; however, her apology was not genuine; it was the fact that she grabbed their bags and personally vacated the seats for Daniella and myself...

Should I be grateful or scared that she did something like this and that without telling me anything about it? What could have caused her to change her mind?

Daniella was also surprised and had to question me about our conversation. I told her what had happened, and it was nothing provocative that would have instilled fear in the girl who had just left with her hand.

The teacher arrived after a while, and classes began. Fortunately, we were able to get those seats on the second roll, because if we had taken the seats in the back, we would not have heard what the teacher was saying.

"Who could tell me about werewolves?"

An extremely sensitive question was posed to the entire class. Daniella and the rest of the students raised their hands, desperate and eager to answer the question. What about me? I just sat in my chair, folded my arms, and watched them compete to be chosen and receive the ten pointers Mr Jackson was willing to give out before the upcoming tests and midterms.

"Can Emily tell us?"

Mr. Jackson approached my desk and placed the question on my table. If I had not been a werewolf, I would have loved to answer such questions, but come to think of it? How do today's lessons correspond to the questions about werewolves?..

"I am waiting!!?" He snapped his fingers on my face, and my attention was immediately drawn back to his sturdy counterpart.

"I am sorry, I do not know." I responded to his question by saying that I did not know.

Everyone in class laughed, but not because I failed the question; they were surprised to learn that I, of all people, knew nothing about werewolves, vampires, or witches.

"Who else wants to try?" He left me standing alone from my desks, disappointed.

"Mr. Jackson!?" Daniella raised her hand again, almost standing up from her chair, when he turned and finally gave her the opportunity to respond to the question.

She answered correctly, and 10 points were awarded to her. I should be happy for my best friend, but I am worried about Mr Jackson _ is everything fine, or should we be concerned?

Daniella and I drove my car back to our homes. Her mother was running late, and since I had my driver come pick me up, I was willing to drive up to her house and ensure that she was home safely.

" Hey! Do not forget Sarah's birthday tonight". She reminded me before walking into her house.

Sarah's birthday should not be forgotten, nor should the fact that she will undoubtedly require a birthday present be overlooked.

When I returned home, my mother was busy in the kitchen; she is always cooking, and do not get me started on her food; most of it was werewolf meat that she boiled, and now everything in the house smelled of red meat, possibly human meat.

"Good afternoon, madam."

I greeted her at the kitchen door...

Everything in the kitchen was starting to sink, and I did not want to be covered in it.

"Good afternoon, baby....." Thank God you are back from school; I need your assistance." She grabbed the spatula from the table and carefully turned the almost-seasoned meal in the pot.

"What is going on? What do I have to do?" I was still standing at the door, asking her a question.

She saw that and said, "Why are you standing there? Come in and help me." She tossed the apron onto the kitchen counter for me. I had to wear the apron before getting soaked in the uneven smell of boiled meat.

"I am here, so what do I have to do?" When I asked her for the second time, Mom helped me adjust my apron, and when she was finished, she asked me to arrange the take-out plates and help serve the meal she had just cooked.

"Do you understand?" After she finished explaining, she asked me again.

" Yeah! "I understand. I smiled back before retrieving the take-out plates from the storage room behind the kitchen door...