JakeThe sun had just disappeared when I arrived back home. Somehow I had wished that my day with Sandra would never end. She's always been interesting. She unlike every other girl I've met, did not seem gullible and simple to throw herself at me. She was fierce as well as brave enough to speak her mind. I still can't believe we nearly kissed. I could hear the sound of her heartbeat. Her skin glowed so beautifully in the sun. I couldn't contain my yearning for her. I wanted a taste of her love. A kiss would unlock our feelings for each other but her heart would be a fine reward. As I was reminiscing about Sandra, i suddenly had footsteps approach the gate to the house. I looked at the camera screen and realised it was Paul. "What's he doing here?" I wondered. I unlocked the door with a remote control and headed downstairs to meet with the coach. He was relieved to see me, but I could sense there was more to his visit then meets the eye. "Make yourself at home!" I remarked. Coach m

Jess It was around 3pm when one of the workers from the Winslow diner arrived with the order I had made. I had promised my mother I would pay her money by the end of the day and she knew I always delivered on my promises. Even though my parents had established their business many years ago, the goal remained the same. To make us look like a regular family instead of dangerous witches that do not mind using their powers to gain all the money they can. Hence we live in a mansion, instead of an ordinary all American shack. We had maintained this sort of lifestyle for many years and it worked wonders for us. I carefully and neatly set the table for the guests i had been expecting. I wondered if their hearts were as cruel as me. My conniving thoughts, were disturbed by a bell ringing. I lifted my hands and opened the door in open space. Witches didn't have to touch the doorknob to open. My three guests had finally arrived. I pulled out an apron from the drawer by the flip of my hand and

Jess Night was creeping in. Getting Peter on my side hadn't been difficult. How could it? He was madly in love with me and would believe anything that I had to say. However I still needed to ensure that our relationship was secure and that no one would ever come in between us again. But why, you wonder I would work hard to get Peter to be mine. There answer was simple.Every single witch had an ally. But in our language we call them zombies. He was the perfect fit. Obedient and loyal. The bonus was that he was still pure. He had never slept with any girl before. The zombies which were the most powerful, were those who were virgins. There was no misfortune they carried with them which meant that everything spell I were to cast would be mostly effective and do great damage. As I sat there with my thoughts. Todo made his way into my room and began to buzz in my ear. "Oh is that so?" My tiny spy friend had noticed the Finley sisters at the entrance gate. Tyler was not with them. I flew

Peter The room was cold and dark, the ceiling was black as if it had burned, the walls were covered in ash, the atmosphere covered with a burning smell and something rotten. The floor from where I had been laying was full of dust and rats passing by. I couldn't decipher if what I was in a dream or whether this was my reality. I looked at my clothes, they were dirty as well as torn. My knees were covered in scratches, so was my body. I suddenly felt some heat and aching all over my body. Fortunately there was a mirror in the room. No bed, no chair, no blankets, just a mirror. I slowly walked towards it. My body still in pain. I lifted my eyes to my reflection and saw the horror that I was in. I looked awful. Bruises were covering my entire body. Blood had left an ugly stain all over my clothing. What had happened to me I wonder. Because of the continuous pain that seemed not to want to leave me, I realised that I was not in a dream but was in a true nightmare. Everything was real. But

SandraA week had passed since Peter died. But it felt like it happened a day ago. It still didn't feel real. It was like a bad nightmare and all I wanted was to be woken up from it. Had my mother not say anything to help lift my spirits, I would have not even gone to school. Having her by my side was exactly what I had needed at the time. I dragged my feet to my locker and pulled out a geography textbook. Before I could even close the locker, I saw three shadows behind me. I could tell who they belonged to because of the smell of their deodorant."What do you want?" I asked. Anne aggressively grabbed me by the hand and pushed me to the locker, her sister took the opportunity and pinned me there with her muscular athletic body. Tyler was a distance away, looking out for any teacher's, as he always did. "Can't you see I'm in a bad shape?" I asked. The Finley sister's began to laugh. "Remember when you embarrassed us in front of the entire school?" Anne asked. Her breath smelled