Bryan nodded. “Okay.”
When I went to collect the pizza, one of the girls from the group reached out and held my hand. “The new moon awaits,” she said. I looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?” I asked, almost whispering. She stared at me as if she was seeing straight into my soul. “The new moon will open your eyes, the new moon will be your light. Trust the new—” Before she could finish, a blond guy grabbed her hand, and she snapped out of whatever trance she was in, suddenly looking terrified. “Sorry about that,” the guy said, his green eyes focused on the girl. “Sophie gets a bit weird sometimes and starts saying things that don’t make sense.” Sophie blinked a couple of times, then forced a nervous smile. She looked like she was still too scared to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Please excuse us,” she said, clinging to the guy’s hand as they walked away. I just nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. My thoughts were interrupted by the pizza lady. “Here’s your order, ma’am.” I took the pizza and headed back to the table. When I got there, I realized Bryan had been watching me with a very curious expression. I sat down as he continued to stare. “It’s rude to stare, you know,” I said, knowing he had seen me talking with the redhead. He shrugged. “So, what did you two talk about? You seem to know each other pretty well,” he said, opening the pizza box and glancing over at the group. I sighed. “I don’t know her, actually. She just did the weirdest thing, and I almost freaked out.” Bryan’s eyes widened. “Well, fill me in,” he said, clearly amused and a bit too excited. I took my time explaining what Sophie had said and described the look she had on her face. We finished our pizza while the group had already left, but I noticed Sophie kept staring at me like I had done something terrible. “Oh shit, I told you that crew is weird. They’ve got some serious issues. That’s some messed-up stuff right there, and she even knows your name!” I laughed at Bryan’s response. “Bryan, I think that blond guy lied. There’s something going on here, and I’m going to figure it out.” I was determined, and Bryan seemed excited, which made me giggle a little. My phone buzzed in my pocket—it was Daniel. “Oh no, Bryan, we’re late! I was supposed to be home an hour ago.” I answered the call and took a deep breath, knowing Daniel must be worried. “Hello,” I said softly. “Where the hell are you, Prisca? It’s already past seven, for heaven’s sake!” He sounded annoyed but also relieved that I was okay. At least he wasn’t furious. “I’m sorry, we’re on our way, Daniel. We just lost track of time, but don’t worry, da—” Oh my gosh, I almost called him Dad! There was silence, and I could’ve sworn he was smiling. “It’s okay, just make sure you get back home safely. If you don’t, your friend Bryan will be in for it.” Then he hung up. Bryan just rolled his eyes as usual. ......... We got home ten minutes later. Daniel was sitting on the couch, eating his supper. I felt a little guilty that he had to prepare his own meal. I took a deep breath before walking into the lounge. “Hi…” I said, sitting next to him. He glanced at me, then back at the television. He was watching Cake Boss. “Good evening, Prisca. How was your date?” he said sarcastically. “It wasn’t a date, and I’m sorry I lost track of time.” (Me, on a date with Bryan? Give me a break.) I thought to myself. Though, to be fair, I would consider dating him if he weren’t my best friend. Daniel still seemed a bit irritated. “If you say so. If you’re hungry, I left some supper in the oven.” I felt guilty, but I’d already had a large pizza with Bryan. “It’s okay, Daniel. I already ate, but thanks. I’m going to take a shower and sleep. Goodnight, I’m really tired.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran upstairs. After my shower, I sat by my window, admiring the beautiful night. It was a full moon, and the clear, blue sky helped calm my nerves. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on the couch by the window. When I opened my eyes, I was in a dark forest. I wondered where the full moon had gone. I looked around, trying to figure out how I’d ended up here. Daniel would freak out if he knew I was out at this time. I started walking faster in my nightgown, but it felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere. I felt scared and disoriented, wandering aimlessly in the darkness. Suddenly, I heard a voice—the same voice I’d heard on my first day at school. “Hello! Hello, who’s there?” I called out, but the voice didn’t respond. Instead, more voices joined in, chanting, “Prisca, the new moon will reveal the truth. Open your heart, open your soul, and the power within you will unveil your gift. Your gift will protect the unseen, the hidden.” I fell to the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks. I was terrified. I shut my eyes, hoping it would all go away, but the voices grew louder, more intense, repeating the same words. When I opened my eyes, the full moon suddenly appeared, shining brightly. The light was so intense, it felt like I was under a spotlight, and I began to glow. This dream felt too real—it was frightening. I looked at my hands and feet, glowing, and felt a heat rise within me. 'Oh my God!' I thought, panic surging through me. This had to be some kind of voodoo. I fell back, my body burning as if I were on fire. “Oh my God, please, somebody help me! Daniel!” I screamed, but no one came. I felt like I was in hell. Suddenly, I heard Daniel’s voice. “Prisca! Wake up, wake up!” I opened my eyes, and there he was, wiping my forehead with a damp cloth. I sat up, disoriented. I was back in my room, on the couch by the window. “What the heck? It was just a dream,” I thought. “Are you okay? You’re burning up,” Daniel said, concern in his eyes. “I don’t know... I feel—” I paused. I still felt hot, like my body was on fire. “I feel hot,” I told him. Daniel gave me a knowing look, as if he understood something he wasn’t ready to share. “You just had a bad dream, didn’t you? What was it about?” he asked gently. “I’m really tired, Daniel, and scared. It felt so real…” I began, but he cut me off. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can tell me tomorrow. I’ll stay by your side until you fall asleep, alright?” I felt relieved, comforted by his presence. I smiled at him. “Thank you, Dad.” As he tucked a blanket around me, I caught a glimpse of his smile—a genuine, happy smile. I had just called Daniel "Dad."I woke up the next Sunday morning feeling extremely sick and overheated. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, and I felt as if I were wrapped in a heavy blanket even though I wasn’t covered by anything. I didn’t even want to get out of bed. Struggling to sit up straight, I glanced at the small clock on the table beside my bed. Damn! It was already 10:00 a.m.! Why hadn’t Daniel woken me up like he usually did? Sunlight filtered through my curtains, casting patterns of light on the floor, but even that seemed blinding. I tried to get out of bed, but as soon as I stood up, I almost fell over. My legs felt numb, and I could feel heat rising from my feet, spreading through my entire body in waves, like fire snaking up my veins. “Oh my God,” I muttered, feeling unbearably hot. I grabbed the table to steady myself and looked at the picture of my mother, her eyes seeming to look back at me with concern. “Give me strength,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “What’s happening to me?” The s
Bryan arrived at my house about an hour after I had called him. I explained everything to him in a hurried, breathless stream of words. He sat at the edge of my bed, staring at me with a blank expression. Did he actually think I was insane? “Please, earth to Bryan! Say something, at least,” I snapped, waving my fingers in front of his face, hoping to snap him out of it.“I… I don’t know what to say,” he finally muttered, running a hand through his hair. “This all sounds so crazy and unreal. You’re telling me you burned that table without even touching it, without a matchstick or a lighter?” He shook his head, trying to process everything, then stood up and began pacing the room.“I know it sounds insane, Bryan! But do you really think I’d burn my own table—and my mother’s picture—on purpose? Risking burning down the whole house? Come on, I’m not crazy, okay!” I replied, my voice rising in frustration as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. Exhausted, I sat down heavily, feeling t
I was beyond frustrated today, and I knew being at school wasn’t going to help my situation in any way. All I could think about were the answers I desperately needed. There were only two explanations for what was happening to me: either I was going insane, or I was turning into some cliché version of an alien.I dragged myself into my fourth class of the day, which was Literature. The moment I stepped into the room, I nearly choked when I spotted one of the seniors Bryan and I had seen last Saturday at the restaurant.It was Jake ....I groaned remembering ur last encounter. 'What is he doing in my class?' I thought, wide-eyed, as I made my way to my desk in the middle of the room. Damn, the guy was hot—seriously, why did he have to be so attractive?I could literally feel his gaze burning holes into the back of my skull, and it made my entire body feel warm, almost uncomfortably so. Thank God, Mr. Huggins, our teacher, walked in before I could embarrass myself further.“Good morning, s
PRESENT DAYI sighed as my father drove me to school it felt like I was being dragged to hell. Just a few weeks ago, I was living comfortably with my mom, Emily McHawlin, my world as normal as it could get. Now, I was living with a man I barely knew. A man I had believed was dead my entire life. My father, Daniel, who had suddenly emerged from the shadows, insisting he was back for my own good. Life has a funny way of slapping you in the face when you least expect it, twisting fate in ways that leave you breathless.I shook my head, still unable to fully process the turn my life had taken. A new father, a new home, and now, a new school.I pulled my cross-body bag off the shelf and stuffed a few notebooks inside, trying to focus on the mundane task. My thoughts raced as I questioned how I even agreed to this. Me, Prisca McHawlin, starting a new life on someone else’s terms. Daniel had convinced me it was “healthy” to get back into a routine, but there was nothing healthy about this si
The cold air from the classroom made my skin prickle. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room, and for a moment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. It wasn’t just the chill, but a creeping sensation, like invisible eyes were on me, watching my every move. The walls seemed to close in, dark shadows stretching across the floor, the corners of the room cloaked in dim light. I blinked, trying to shake the sensation, convincing myself it was just my nerves. Bryan nudged me gently. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I whispered, forcing a smile, though my insides churned with unease. “Just... the cold air.” Bryan looked around the room and shrugged. “Yeah, this place has a weird vibe sometimes. It’s always freezing in here. You’ll get used to it.” He smiled warmly and gestured for me to follow him to a pair of empty seats toward the back. I slipped into the chair next to him, placing my bag on the floor, still hyperaware of my surroundings. The classroom wasn’t particularly la
Three days had passed so quickly, I could hardly believe it. High school was turning out to be survivable, and living with Daniel was slowly becoming less awkward. My friendship with Bryan had also grown closer, and I was grateful for that. He was easy to talk to, and I found comfort in his presence. But everyone at school had made up their minds that Bryan was my boyfriend. The rumors didn’t bother me, and Bryan didn’t seem to care either. We actually laughed about it.The weather here in Zimbabwe was usually blistering, the kind that made my skin feel like it was roasting under the sun’s relentless rays. Days like today, when the world felt hushed under the weight of the clouds, were a rare blessing.I decided to call Bryan it was a good day for a hot cheesy pizza anyways.---The pizza place was buzzing with the usual lunchtime crowd, a mix of students and families crowding around the red-checkered tables. Bryan and I snagged a booth by the window, and I tried to focus on our conver
I was beyond frustrated today, and I knew being at school wasn’t going to help my situation in any way. All I could think about were the answers I desperately needed. There were only two explanations for what was happening to me: either I was going insane, or I was turning into some cliché version of an alien.I dragged myself into my fourth class of the day, which was Literature. The moment I stepped into the room, I nearly choked when I spotted one of the seniors Bryan and I had seen last Saturday at the restaurant.It was Jake ....I groaned remembering ur last encounter. 'What is he doing in my class?' I thought, wide-eyed, as I made my way to my desk in the middle of the room. Damn, the guy was hot—seriously, why did he have to be so attractive?I could literally feel his gaze burning holes into the back of my skull, and it made my entire body feel warm, almost uncomfortably so. Thank God, Mr. Huggins, our teacher, walked in before I could embarrass myself further.“Good morning, s
Bryan arrived at my house about an hour after I had called him. I explained everything to him in a hurried, breathless stream of words. He sat at the edge of my bed, staring at me with a blank expression. Did he actually think I was insane? “Please, earth to Bryan! Say something, at least,” I snapped, waving my fingers in front of his face, hoping to snap him out of it.“I… I don’t know what to say,” he finally muttered, running a hand through his hair. “This all sounds so crazy and unreal. You’re telling me you burned that table without even touching it, without a matchstick or a lighter?” He shook his head, trying to process everything, then stood up and began pacing the room.“I know it sounds insane, Bryan! But do you really think I’d burn my own table—and my mother’s picture—on purpose? Risking burning down the whole house? Come on, I’m not crazy, okay!” I replied, my voice rising in frustration as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. Exhausted, I sat down heavily, feeling t
I woke up the next Sunday morning feeling extremely sick and overheated. Beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, and I felt as if I were wrapped in a heavy blanket even though I wasn’t covered by anything. I didn’t even want to get out of bed. Struggling to sit up straight, I glanced at the small clock on the table beside my bed. Damn! It was already 10:00 a.m.! Why hadn’t Daniel woken me up like he usually did? Sunlight filtered through my curtains, casting patterns of light on the floor, but even that seemed blinding. I tried to get out of bed, but as soon as I stood up, I almost fell over. My legs felt numb, and I could feel heat rising from my feet, spreading through my entire body in waves, like fire snaking up my veins. “Oh my God,” I muttered, feeling unbearably hot. I grabbed the table to steady myself and looked at the picture of my mother, her eyes seeming to look back at me with concern. “Give me strength,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “What’s happening to me?” The s
Bryan nodded. “Okay.”When I went to collect the pizza, one of the girls from the group reached out and held my hand. “The new moon awaits,” she said.I looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?” I asked, almost whispering. She stared at me as if she was seeing straight into my soul.“The new moon will open your eyes, the new moon will be your light. Trust the new—” Before she could finish, a blond guy grabbed her hand, and she snapped out of whatever trance she was in, suddenly looking terrified.“Sorry about that,” the guy said, his green eyes focused on the girl. “Sophie gets a bit weird sometimes and starts saying things that don’t make sense.”Sophie blinked a couple of times, then forced a nervous smile. She looked like she was still too scared to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Please excuse us,” she said, clinging to the guy’s hand as they walked away.I just nodded, still trying to process what had just happened. My thoughts were interrupted by the piz
Three days had passed so quickly, I could hardly believe it. High school was turning out to be survivable, and living with Daniel was slowly becoming less awkward. My friendship with Bryan had also grown closer, and I was grateful for that. He was easy to talk to, and I found comfort in his presence. But everyone at school had made up their minds that Bryan was my boyfriend. The rumors didn’t bother me, and Bryan didn’t seem to care either. We actually laughed about it.The weather here in Zimbabwe was usually blistering, the kind that made my skin feel like it was roasting under the sun’s relentless rays. Days like today, when the world felt hushed under the weight of the clouds, were a rare blessing.I decided to call Bryan it was a good day for a hot cheesy pizza anyways.---The pizza place was buzzing with the usual lunchtime crowd, a mix of students and families crowding around the red-checkered tables. Bryan and I snagged a booth by the window, and I tried to focus on our conver
The cold air from the classroom made my skin prickle. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the room, and for a moment, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. It wasn’t just the chill, but a creeping sensation, like invisible eyes were on me, watching my every move. The walls seemed to close in, dark shadows stretching across the floor, the corners of the room cloaked in dim light. I blinked, trying to shake the sensation, convincing myself it was just my nerves. Bryan nudged me gently. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I whispered, forcing a smile, though my insides churned with unease. “Just... the cold air.” Bryan looked around the room and shrugged. “Yeah, this place has a weird vibe sometimes. It’s always freezing in here. You’ll get used to it.” He smiled warmly and gestured for me to follow him to a pair of empty seats toward the back. I slipped into the chair next to him, placing my bag on the floor, still hyperaware of my surroundings. The classroom wasn’t particularly la
PRESENT DAYI sighed as my father drove me to school it felt like I was being dragged to hell. Just a few weeks ago, I was living comfortably with my mom, Emily McHawlin, my world as normal as it could get. Now, I was living with a man I barely knew. A man I had believed was dead my entire life. My father, Daniel, who had suddenly emerged from the shadows, insisting he was back for my own good. Life has a funny way of slapping you in the face when you least expect it, twisting fate in ways that leave you breathless.I shook my head, still unable to fully process the turn my life had taken. A new father, a new home, and now, a new school.I pulled my cross-body bag off the shelf and stuffed a few notebooks inside, trying to focus on the mundane task. My thoughts raced as I questioned how I even agreed to this. Me, Prisca McHawlin, starting a new life on someone else’s terms. Daniel had convinced me it was “healthy” to get back into a routine, but there was nothing healthy about this si