Wild Curiosity

High school was as rowdy as ever. Though the population of students  in school at such early hour was more than ever. No one is ready to leave the school so they took the test seriously. It's the best state school in town and no one is ready to let go of their friends. I struggled my way through the crowd, jostling in every direction. Here in Mcade high school, the punctual student is one who gets to her class before the door gets closed. It's always a struggle to get to class early cause of the crowd.  Just as I expected, Emiliar was there at a far corner of the classroom. She has always been a very punctual student. More punctual than I can ever be. As soon as I began to walk towards her, I was slowed down by my own thoughts or better say my own guilt. I remembered how I had humiliated her , called her names the last time we spoke, for a stupid reason--she used her magic on me. I got annoyed and I swore never to speak to her again. “Oh sweet God ” I whisp

I rode into a new city, a fairly familiar one because I've heard about it during a geography class in school. The town with a lot of mills. It's a very good town, one I feel I can survive in. I wished I had concentrated more during geography classes but I just wasn't a good student and I hated the teacher. He taunts a lot and I believed he despised me too. If I'd listened,  I would have known the name of this town at least. ** I felt my stomach churn loudly as the smell of baked cake filled my nostrils. Then, I realised how hungry I was. It's six days since I left my house--or a place I use to call home and till date I live on stolen items. My gifts helped a lot when it comes to reading the thoughts of my victims to the extent that I felt it was meant for stealing and nothing else. And My asthma, I've been at my worst in the last few days that I've used up all the puffs in my little inhaler. I threw it into a river angrily some days ago. Despite all these, I had

Six Sylvia's POV I stood gazing into this young girl. I felt the burning urge to sweep her off her feet into my arms. She's just the girl of my dreams. I wish she could see this herself. My mother curse me. Decades ago, she cursed me even at the point of her death. It is a very long story I never wanted to remember again but this damsel got them back to me. *** My mum was a witch. Even as her only child, she never loved me. I guess it was because of her dedication to her coven "The black elites" . She was the vice president then and I was initiated by birth. I lived all my life as a prisoner in this cottage, my mother's home. She never allowed me any rights and she never smiled at me. I believed she despised me but that never bothered me. Until one day, the president of our coven died, according to the norm the vice president takes over or die. And I knew what was going to happen if my mum takes over the post. I'll have to die. I'll get killed

The rest of my nights were hunted. I had dreams I couldn't discern. Like I have a (new) mother that always amaze me. I just can't understand her. She frightens me sometimes. Sylvia is always there whenever I need help. Even without speaking, she knows what I want. It's scary, and I'm beginning to believe that she reads my thought. It's okay if she has like my gift (and that nearly impossible cause my type of breed is rare) but I just can't live with it. I feel insecure, very insecure because I can't get to her thoughts even with my gift. It's ridiculous.I've spent a few days in her home, supposedly mine, and truly I've had the best of comfort, but I just feel unfulfilled ( i abandoned my purpose). Besides, I don't trust Sylvia, I wish I could but of course I'm this curious girl with fantasies.***I heard a crack on my door and Sylvia walked in. I tried to shake off my thoughts before she got to my bed. It's morning already, she brought me sandwich and coffee (mo

I have always dreaded the first day at school. There were big things like meeting new friends (I don't intend to have any), the new teachers, learning new hallways (my best). And there were small things like getting a new locker. It's a private school, so I believe I'll have my locker ready (I should). But more than anything, I hate the stares. I hate being the centre of attraction, but I guess that will never change about me. It's who I am. I'm beautiful, no doubt. My golden hair, one of a kind, then my eyes. I know I'm different, but I'm not exactly sure how. This school looks different, Sylvia has always chosen the perfect things for me and this is one of them.   I stood outside my new school in a freezy march morning wondering. Why me? I was just in sweater and leggings and I felt I didn't belong here. It's way too orderly out here. From the look of thin