This announcement is met by absolute silence from the class. I am shocked. Greek god is our new teacher. WTF??? This guy is so young, not more than thirty I reckon. He's freaking hot too.
Who sent this dude down here? My thoughts are wandering when Stacey taps my hand lightly in an effort to call my attention back to the room. Apparently, my mates have been introducing themselves to Mr. Winchester while I was still in Wonderland. I look up to find him looking down at me. His eyes are the same deep shade of brown as his hair. They are intensely cold and distant, that chilly gaze was fixed on my face. The words catch in my throat as my tongue suddenly goes limp in my mouth.
"Well the class is waiting, Miss..." Those eyes hold me transfixed. It seems he has a sharp tongue too.
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JOSIESchool is out and Stacey offered to drop me off at work. I know she's doing this not because she's such a nice person. We both know my friend isn't one for niceties. She eats lunch at Patty's. I guess she figured she could get an extra cup of a milkshake if she saves me the ten minutes’ walk.We are standing beside Stacey's truck she prefers to call 'Reddie'. It is an old beat-up truck that belonged to Frankie as a present for his sixteenth birthday. Well, that was years before I came to Kansas.Reddie is in bad form today and has refused to start. Stacey has this toolbox she takes around with her. It contains all she needs to fix the truck whenever it is in one of it's moods such as today. I stand by and watch her get down to fixing it. God-knows-what's in the bonnet.
The smile that spreads across my face is genuine for the first time in a long while."Hey man!" Stan bellows. "Wanna spill some paint?""Let's do it." Adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I can already feel the pleasure of holding a paintbrush in my hand.The smell of a long-lasting friendship hangs thickly in the air.*. *. *I am tied to one of the dining chairs in the room. Randy is sitting on an empty beer crate before me, a can of beer in hand. The ropes cut deep into my wrists and I cry out in pain. Randy laughs at me. His face is a contorted mask of delig
DANIELJosie had just introduced me to the talkative old lady when she began to talk about Jeremy's nephew being in town. Obviously Riverside isn't aware of who I am or who Mama was either. The papers must have really done a number five years ago.I am blinded with rage by the time I pull up in my driveway. I am thought to be a demon. I had left the kitchen in a hurry, leaving Josie and Patty confused. I haven't been this mad since I left Florida."I would only be the ruin of her." I tell myself about Josie. She's young and pretty and would soon be leaving high school. Bringing my cursed self into her life would cause her nothing but pain. Just when I thought I finally belong somewhere, the ugly past comes rearing its head. I am determined not to see Josie again to save her the pain and
Thinking about her makes me want to see her. I push away the thought." I don't need the girl. I don't worth her. " I say silently." What girl? " Trace asks. I must have said that aloud.My face goes red with embarrassment and I laugh nervously to hide it."Aww, Trace, nobody. There is no girl. "Trace looks at me with that cynical look of hers. I am convinced the lady is a mind reader. She laughs mockingly at me and sluggishly push her pregnant body away from the studio. I am left alone with Stan." I painted that during the one week I spent in Florida some years back" Stan says pointing to a watercolor hanging on the wall." It's be
Prom Night"Ann, Ann is that you? " Dad asked playfully upon seeing me in my mother's prom dress."No dad. It's Josie" I reply smiling" You look so much like her on that blessed night. " Dad walks up the short flight of stairs to me." Princessa, you know she's proud of you wherever she is right? " he asks taking my slender wrist in his large hand."I know. "" Good girl. So, what are you gonna do? "" Make her proud, Dad. " I reply. This has been our thing since mom died: Dad reminding me of how great I was and how mom expects me to make her proud from the great beyond. I know Dad wants me to be the perfect daughter, he's so scared o
JOSIESitting out here with Daniel is cool. I shock myself by using his first name. I feel like I have known him forever. While we talk, I can't see the clouds anymore in his eyes. His brown eyes are warm and friendly. They make me think about puppies."Josie" He calls. His voice is very small, yet deep. I look up to see him fidgety."Done the couple dance thing before? "" Uhm, no why? " I ask, genuinely surprised."Come. " He says, standing up to his feet. He stretches his hand towards mine. I think it's the timbre in his voice that does it. It calls me to him, it's beyond the simple command. It reaches out to my soul. I stand to my feet." Do you like the Judds? " he asks, wrap
Saturday morningIt is the buzzing of my cell phone that wakes me up. I had fallen asleep with the paper on which I sketched Josie plastered to my chest. The sweat on my body made the paper stay stuck. The events of the previous evening come rushing back. I smile, I can still smell her on me."Hello," I say picking up my phone"Hello Dan" It's Trace screaming at the top of her voice, she sounded traumatized."Trace, is that you? " Tension begins to rise in my chest."Where's Stan?" I ask apprehensively. How can he leave the woman alone at this time? She's near her due date for Chris sakes."Stan's not here, he has some businesses up in Detroit to handle."
JOSIEDaniel Winchester is Mr. Jeremy's nephew, the one who moved down here from Florida. The guy whom they say killed his father. This is so much information for me to process at the same time. I have been moving around the house like a shell-shocked person since breakfast. Stacey had left to an errand for her father. Dad does not seem to understand the sudden change in my mood. I have never been one for hiding my emotions."Hey Hijita, " Dad calls from the doorway, I turn towards him eyes blank and revealing nothing."Are you okay? ""I am, Dad. " I answer and nod my head."You look like one who has seen a ghost, are you sure you are okay? ""I am. "
With the fire ball still tightly and heavily wrapped in the cotton cloth, it's glow couldn't be seen. Sometimes it doesn't seem like you're gonna make it out alive in some situations, I battled between life and death."Where is the ball of fire you stole?" Alpha Silver slammed, shaking the cage with his heavy boots.Sam released a gaze at Ben, who stared blankly at Alpha Silver, understanding his question. Sam has less life in him now than he had when he lifted Cilia up the other time."I'm asking you, bastards! Where is the fireball you stole?" He chuckled, observing their mood. "If I ask that question again, I promise that one of your heads would go for an answer!" He spat, and the shock on the faces of Sam and Ben turned into grimaces of shock. He smirked, his
W"could this mean?" Ben said, lifting it from the whole."Hold on! Hold on Ben, I think there's something more in there!" Sam jerked, checking the hole with his hands. He couldn't see why it clearly while it was in there, and he had to expand the hole some more."Wow! Come check it out Ben, it's a glass container with a lid."Yeah, go ahead, let's open it!"Ben leaned forward with a quick yell. Sam turned with a puzzled expression. Ben was about to open the container, but he wasn't sure why. After a couple of seconds, his eyes widened as he stared down at the crystal glass container. There was a single yellowish light inside of it. It was an almost steady orange glow. As Sam looked at the container
"Get the fuck out of my way you jerk! Do not bother explaining anything to me, I don't give a fuck about you anymore..! I hate you!!!""It's not what you think Cilia, I was caged!""And what's my fucking business if you were caged? Like I said, I don't give a fuck about you anymore! Get lost and burn in hell for all I care!" I spat. I was even surprised I could utter a word, for there was not even a single strength left in me."I couldn't have left you to suffer like that, Cilia; I was lucked up in a cage, using a magical spell from a witch. I looked for a way to come to your aid, but couldn't find any. But that doesn't matter anymore, I'm here now.""So you expect me to believe such crap?! And who cares if yo
I opened my eyes to vernal sunlight, filtered through the dead leaves. The grassy field was just a few feets away from the riverbank. The sun was warm on my face and the insects hummed around me. With a yawn, I looked up and saw small fluffy clouds of dust dancing across the sky. And then I realized that I was not dreaming, that I was really, truly alive. I woke up to a beautiful sun setting on a blue starry sky. And with a gasp, I saw that I was naked when I looked down to my thighs. Screaming to grab my clothes, I realized that I had been tied to a tree. For a moment I stood in total shock. Then panic began to set in as I struggled to get untied.Realizing I was alone, and that no one would hear me through the dense forest of tall dead trees, I turned around and frantically scanned the landscape for someone, anyone who could help. I turned to the west and for the next several minutes, as I
"What's the matter Cilia?" Melinda came in from the kitchen, with a stream of oatcake on a piece of toast. You could never have too much oat cake. I love eating them.I flinched as I replied, "oh, nothing!""You sure...?""Y-yeah, y-yes yes, I'm okay!""Cilia... You're stuttering""Huh? Stu-, um, am I..? I'm not Melinda, I'm fine.""Hmmmm okay. But I heard you talking to someone, who was that?""Of course not! I'm not. I mean, I wasn't talking to anyone. I was just talking to myself."
Within a matter of days, something had happened. Something more than just a simple rebound. Something to create a whole new level of self awareness. As luck would have it, my life had been conditioned over time to expect such events. Of course, I never asked myself if it was really a gift from God, but I was grateful for it, nonetheless. But it didn't mean I wasn't still feeling the effects, but one thing was certain, that it would pass, and not get any worse.I opened my eyes to a new day, and to the beauty of the world. Everything was still, quiet, and warm. Perfectly still, with just the tiniest hint of summer breeze. As I glanced up, I had a near panic attack. Immediately, I closed them back again as the effect of the sun rays pierced my eyes through the window. Slowly, I opened them again to see a totally different environment. Everything looked completely different. Confused as I
Words failed me as I felt my entire body iced. Oh yeah, it was like I was completely out of this world, entirely! I could see tears welled up in his eyes. Then he brought his head down to the side and said to me in a whisper, "what if I asked you to help me avenge my death, Cilia?""Jeeezzz… Huh? Death...? I don't get it Joey. What do you mean by 'death'?""You won't understand.""Then make me to, because you're scaring me right now!""I know Cilia, and I'm sorry about that. But, you don't have to be scared!" He screamed and paused. The room became extremely cold. I saw tears like blood dripping from his eyes, running down his cheeks, but none was touching the ground.&nb
"Joey.. Joey... Please come fast please! I'm in trouble. I've got to get to you, right now. Help me, please. I can't help the situation here as I don't understand what's going on in my house!""Hold on Cilia, what's the matter? What's happening?""I don't even know! I can't seem to explain anything right now..!. Everything seems to be turning upside down right before my very eyes... Please come over and help me out... Please just come! Please...!!!""Alright, alright, Cilia! Hold on.. hold on please, take a deep breath... Get some fresh air, and I'll be there in a jiffy! Okay girl?I just could not seem to respond after his last words to me, as words failed me completely. My mind could only imagine what
It was a very long and cold night, one of many over the years that make up the story of Rocky and Bea. I'm not entirely sure how to make it any shorter. I woke up quite late, stretching myself out on my bed, trying to reach out to Joey, for I needed his warmth but I was surprised that he wasn't there at my reach."I could remember we slept here together on this bed; where could he have gone to this early in the morning?" I thought to myself, glanced around with my eyes partly open.Then, I got out of bed to take a look around the house as I walked down the stairs, I felt a strange electricity in my body. I paused and looked downwards, in-between my thighs as I felt this hot liquid coming out of me. I pulled my legs apart, and took my time to look at my womanhood. "Oh my God!" I gasped at the sight, and as I touched the liquid,