Zara:
I closed the bathroom slowly after I checked in and she wasn’t there. It was already 12: o'clock. I looked inside the closet even though I knew it would be the last place for Clara to fall asleep. Not there either. That left me with the half-log that had been cut dry outside the compound.I had watched her sit on the log to watch the sky alone on a very cold night in the name of getting some air. The moon was bright enough to already light up some part of the night. Cars were intact, I gulped in spittle and headed to the back veranda to check for her. It was only her sit, she wasn’t there either.“where could she have gone? The question got stuck in my head. While my heart was still racing about her whereabouts that night, a shadow had crawled from my back and it was just by my side before I realized. It was a human’s, I jumped and turned, not out of the fear of the shadow but... of realizing it so late. A shadow whose footsteps I didn’t hear turned out to be my sister.“ oh my God, you scared me” I stated in heavy breaths but still letting my words low so Father wouldn’t hear us. It was Clara indeed but her impressions and attitude weren’t normal. She didn’t react sanely as she stood watching me like everything was just ok. I waited for her response but she shunned me, turned, and headed towards the entrance.“you’ve got to be kidding me” I followed her steps literally until we finally got inside the room."Where did you go?" I asked but she headed right straight to bed like no one had spoken. She unfurled the blanket and wrapped herself up properly just to lie still and scrutinize the ceiling.She stuck her eyes strictly at the bulb before I surged close and held onto the blanket."I asked where did you go?!""I beg your pardon, can you leave me alone?"She threw at me.The anxiety, as it was flying through my heart took me back in the dream.It was just like real when she yelled that I let her be. They got me quiet for a while. The fact that I realized that it was already reality caused me to be silent. I hoped I could change the moment, our birthday was just tomorrow, it was already past 12 and another day had come upon us.I never knew what to say to her. I tried very hard to stop being speechless so I found myself asking..."do you want it off? The light."When she turned slowly to look at me, I realized I was screwing up again. I had asked the same question I asked her in my dream.I fear she won't respond the same way.Unfortunately, she released the pressure on her face, sheltered her lower lip, and nodded slowly."No, hell no, this is all the dream!" I was screaming inside. I couldn't let any more about the dream happen in real. I had to change it."How could such a bad dream want to come true?" I gummed shocked on the bed until her eyes met me again. About the light, she had already nodded that I turn it off...I couldn't help the moment, so I got up and turned the light off. I made up my mind not to inquire into the case anymore for that night. I didn't even advise any more conversation between us for the rest of the night.So I fell back on the bed gently and tightened my eyes to sleep. I worried about the fact that that never defined a good term between us but I couldn't help it.I had to sleep it off, just to change a story on the dream at least.*********"Zara... Clara..." Someone was calling us to see the morning light. I opened my eyes and at first, it was blurry but the voice that I heard was kind of familiar."Hurray!" She pushed her way into our room and as I suspected, it was her.My heart had fled very early in the morning.A part of the dream had changed.Why is Daisy here? I got scared and so I sat upright watching her.She stood wondering why none was excited about her arrival.I didn't know that but of course, facial utterances speak for themselves at times.I let that fake smile spread on my face while I push up sharply."You made it" I beamed at her and spread my arms for a hug."You know I don't miss the day to the day" She laughed and hugged me but her words injured my heart.It was more like everything that happened in the dream wanted to replay in real."Zara" she presumed.I nodded and turned to see Clara rolling upon the noise. She scrutinized us for a long before she said "hi" with a smile."You guys know why I'm here!" Daisy said.. excitedly looking at me."Well....yeah" I smiled at her."Then why are we still waiting?""Um..can we do that later in the...noon?" I asked. Keep in mind that something could change if it isn't going to happen in the morning."Why?" Daisy asked."I think...I...don't feel so good this morning, I'm sorry," I pleaded placing my hand on my abdomen as I staggered back to bed."Oh c'mon bae, what's wrong with you" Daisy asked."Well, maybe I could help her pick a dress" Clara's voice struck me."Huh?...no!" I objected sharply.Just when I thought I found a way, it almost got worse.I don't know how I'd go about that but letting just those two go without me would be the last thing I'd want.."I'll manage.." I nodded at them both.Clara was just like what she was in my dream.She wasn't moody that morning but it wasn't an exemplary call.She would soon be dreadful...Zara: "What the hell!" She yelled and stripped the towel off of me. I knew she had warned me before but I was just not too careful. We used to die of buying the same things in the same sizes, styles, and colors since we were kids. We were so addicted to each other, but I couldn't tell how she recognizes her towel so quickly and I don't. What kind of eyes? Cats? Snakes? I just don't know. I always remembered that I dumped mine inside the closet after she'd caught me putting hers on. "I'm...sorry" I tried to apologize but she had banged the bathroom door at me before I could do it. Wow, she left me naked. STRIP f*cking naked. It was okay? But that wasn't like my twin sister. Not the Clara I used to know. To be real, she had developed some furious mindset set some time ago. I feel the agitating aura all over her like everyone irritates her. I wouldn't be an exception if care wasn't taken.All the fights she had had in school, with a lot of big bad girls where even some lame men got i
Zara : "Is that Clara?" I asked our housekeeper who I met on the compound. Of course, no one else would drive off our car like that but I had to ask since that was yet another heartbreak that I got from my sister. Another surprise and I'm not afraid. I only hoped she wouldn't get worse. "Yes princess" she replied, smiling. Clara was gone. My hand flew to my forehead while I processed the madness. I could barely put it in control as I walked back inside madly. I thought of how unmannered I was, I should've said hi to Mrs. Gwen at least. She had always called us her little princesses since we were kids and she kept it that way even when we'd grown. She made the mother we never got to see in our life. I didn't understand how our mother died when we were just toddlers but Dad said it was a terrible accident. Since then, Mrs Gwen didn't let us feel what kids felt when they needed a mother and found no one to hold them. We happily thought she was our mother as some clueless kids we were
Clara's POV "Why does everyone keep...provoking?!" I screeched at Mrs Gwen when she welcomed me back home. She moved two steps away immediately and stood still.What am I doing? Frightening the last old lady with me at home. "I'm sorry okay?" I let out a deep and calming obvious sigh to assure her that everything would be fine. "I never closed, I got suspended again," I said and scampered to my room. I dropped on my bed and it felt like all my problems dropped down with me. Letting huge sighs out one after the other. "What's all the anger issues?" I asked, holding my jacket tightly until I cut every last button down from drawing it too far apart. Seriously, I didn't want to do that, but when I get mad, all I feel is devastation. I so hate myself. I rushed up when I felt like washing some of my problems away. After everything, staying alone would always be my thing. I wouldn't want any friend to come visit. Not even my twin sister. Let's just say I get sick of everything and ev
Richard :It was about 9 pm and I'd been drowning in thoughts. Mrs. Jenifer, the Luna asked me to call her and report as soon as I set my eyes on the twins. She gave me the address of the man who she thought could have them. Mr Henry at Havana, Cuba. Except that they'd relocated years ago. That made the job a little bit complicated and it took me a longer time before I could find a hint in Tijuana, Mexico. I lurked around the city where everything seemed fun. I wouldn't accept that any place would be so free of werewolves compared to our lives in Jamaica. All I could sense were humans and how weak they could be but they were fun anyway. That was the only advantage I got from mingling with them. I saw this funny game while I was trespassing and I seemed drawn to it. I loved it and I thought I could use a little help from the Falcon couch guy by impressing him. As I thought, He let me in without thinking twice because he thinks I have the potential. I soon realized that it was a school
Clara's POV "Pardon?" I gazed straight into his eyes and met the first weird connection of my life. Almost the first, I never had such with any guy before. He stared back into me so intensely that I was almost forced to back down but I'm a trouble. I wouldn't. Who does he think he is? I would rather subject it to hastiness and blame it on him.The fact that he was Zara's guy thrusted boredom upon the night's drama and then I looked my eyes down and slowly in disgust. "Uh... what's your name again?" I asked, pretending like I didn't care to have forgotten. "Look! My family consists of three. my father who checks on us I don't know every hour of the night and my twin sister who needs only one roll to realize that I'm off the bed. So if you're gonna cut the crap and make things snappy, I already got into trouble today and this could be an.." "My name is Richard" he echoed, blinking away to give his eyes a break. Wow, He cut me off like he wasn't listening to any of the things I'd be
Zara:I closed the bathroom slowly after I checked in and she wasn’t there. It was already 12: o'clock. I looked inside the closet even though I knew it would be the last place for Clara to fall asleep. Not there either. That left me with the half-log that had been cut dry outside the compound.I had watched her sit on the log to watch the sky alone on a very cold night in the name of getting some air. The moon was bright enough to already light up some part of the night. Cars were intact, I gulped in spittle and headed to the back veranda to check for her. It was only her sit, she wasn’t there either.“where could she have gone? The question got stuck in my head. While my heart was still racing about her whereabouts that night, a shadow had crawled from my back and it was just by my side before I realized. It was a human’s, I jumped and turned, not out of the fear of the shadow but... of realizing it so late. A shadow whose footsteps I didn’t hear turned out to be my sister. “ oh m
Clara's POV "Pardon?" I gazed straight into his eyes and met the first weird connection of my life. Almost the first, I never had such with any guy before. He stared back into me so intensely that I was almost forced to back down but I'm a trouble. I wouldn't. Who does he think he is? I would rather subject it to hastiness and blame it on him.The fact that he was Zara's guy thrusted boredom upon the night's drama and then I looked my eyes down and slowly in disgust. "Uh... what's your name again?" I asked, pretending like I didn't care to have forgotten. "Look! My family consists of three. my father who checks on us I don't know every hour of the night and my twin sister who needs only one roll to realize that I'm off the bed. So if you're gonna cut the crap and make things snappy, I already got into trouble today and this could be an.." "My name is Richard" he echoed, blinking away to give his eyes a break. Wow, He cut me off like he wasn't listening to any of the things I'd be
Richard :It was about 9 pm and I'd been drowning in thoughts. Mrs. Jenifer, the Luna asked me to call her and report as soon as I set my eyes on the twins. She gave me the address of the man who she thought could have them. Mr Henry at Havana, Cuba. Except that they'd relocated years ago. That made the job a little bit complicated and it took me a longer time before I could find a hint in Tijuana, Mexico. I lurked around the city where everything seemed fun. I wouldn't accept that any place would be so free of werewolves compared to our lives in Jamaica. All I could sense were humans and how weak they could be but they were fun anyway. That was the only advantage I got from mingling with them. I saw this funny game while I was trespassing and I seemed drawn to it. I loved it and I thought I could use a little help from the Falcon couch guy by impressing him. As I thought, He let me in without thinking twice because he thinks I have the potential. I soon realized that it was a school
Clara's POV "Why does everyone keep...provoking?!" I screeched at Mrs Gwen when she welcomed me back home. She moved two steps away immediately and stood still.What am I doing? Frightening the last old lady with me at home. "I'm sorry okay?" I let out a deep and calming obvious sigh to assure her that everything would be fine. "I never closed, I got suspended again," I said and scampered to my room. I dropped on my bed and it felt like all my problems dropped down with me. Letting huge sighs out one after the other. "What's all the anger issues?" I asked, holding my jacket tightly until I cut every last button down from drawing it too far apart. Seriously, I didn't want to do that, but when I get mad, all I feel is devastation. I so hate myself. I rushed up when I felt like washing some of my problems away. After everything, staying alone would always be my thing. I wouldn't want any friend to come visit. Not even my twin sister. Let's just say I get sick of everything and ev
Zara : "Is that Clara?" I asked our housekeeper who I met on the compound. Of course, no one else would drive off our car like that but I had to ask since that was yet another heartbreak that I got from my sister. Another surprise and I'm not afraid. I only hoped she wouldn't get worse. "Yes princess" she replied, smiling. Clara was gone. My hand flew to my forehead while I processed the madness. I could barely put it in control as I walked back inside madly. I thought of how unmannered I was, I should've said hi to Mrs. Gwen at least. She had always called us her little princesses since we were kids and she kept it that way even when we'd grown. She made the mother we never got to see in our life. I didn't understand how our mother died when we were just toddlers but Dad said it was a terrible accident. Since then, Mrs Gwen didn't let us feel what kids felt when they needed a mother and found no one to hold them. We happily thought she was our mother as some clueless kids we were
Zara: "What the hell!" She yelled and stripped the towel off of me. I knew she had warned me before but I was just not too careful. We used to die of buying the same things in the same sizes, styles, and colors since we were kids. We were so addicted to each other, but I couldn't tell how she recognizes her towel so quickly and I don't. What kind of eyes? Cats? Snakes? I just don't know. I always remembered that I dumped mine inside the closet after she'd caught me putting hers on. "I'm...sorry" I tried to apologize but she had banged the bathroom door at me before I could do it. Wow, she left me naked. STRIP f*cking naked. It was okay? But that wasn't like my twin sister. Not the Clara I used to know. To be real, she had developed some furious mindset set some time ago. I feel the agitating aura all over her like everyone irritates her. I wouldn't be an exception if care wasn't taken.All the fights she had had in school, with a lot of big bad girls where even some lame men got i