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“You so annoying, you know that?” I let my grandmother know while running out of breath. Her form inched forward and I was itching to slap her. I did have some fear for her because she was dangerous and unpredictable but I was going to put my fear for her aside and face her one on one. “Hermione! The pendant!” She demanded and I swallowed hard. Her voice was deep and husky, curtesy of the black smelly smoke. I moved away from her while she continued to inch forward. The stench released by the dark clouds was making me very dizzy to the point of losing my sight. I jumped to my feet when I had regained the energy I was stalling for, then pounced for the switch but again I had missed it. Her does one fight smoke? When it grabbed my ankles for the second time I had tried releasing myself from the iron grip but my hands just kept going through the smoke as if it wasn’t being held by anything. “Hermione. Why do you have to be as stubborn as your damn dead mother!” Mabel shrieked. I was th
Ken and I rushed back home to find Aunt Courtney already dressed for the occasion with A blue t-shirt written ‘team Blue River’ and blue skinny jeans with white running shoes. Her fuzzy curls were up in a messy bun and she had a black baseball cap on. Yep, she was definitely ready for this game. “Kenny...” She said with a wide smile. Oh dear… “Quickly, have something to eat then take a long refreshing bath. Your team would want to see you ready and hyped for this match. You are going to win tonight.” I turned from Ken to Courtney then snorted before leaving. “Oh, Hermione… You do the same. We need to fix that hair of yours.” Courtney said. The look she had on her face did not look impressed when she mentioned my hair. I touched my ginger locks thinking there was something on it. I did not see anything wrong with my hair. On the contrary, it was the healthiest it has ever been. Since I started living with Aunt Courtney, I have been exposed expensive hair products that helped my hair
The game had started and we were a few minutes late. Nothing much had happened. I got to the bleachers and sat at the lowest seats with Hector. I did not know where Aunt Courtney and Annalise were seated but I wasn’t going to sit with them when my boyfriend was here.“I don’t really understand this game.” Hector chuckled lightly at this revelation. I was not a sport person so this game was foreign to me.“Don’t worry, the reaction of the crowd will tell you what’s going on.” He simply said.I spotted Ken with his number 5 printed at the back of his outfit. I could make out a lot of our school players with my enhanced sight. I could also almost see everything so clearly; like the sweat pouring down the faces of the players… Their facial expressions. The Golden Falcons were dressed in black, white and gold. They looked huge and I was worried because in this game it seemed that weight was an important factor that players could use to their advantage.I pulled out my phone when a notifica
Refreshments we being served in the hall and the players went out to change. I overheard some students talking about an after party at Chris’ house. Hector went out in a hurry to make a call in the parking lot since the speakers were blasting music from the nineties in the hall. I was standing close to the exit, watching as students rushed in and out of the hall while parents and teachers congratulated each other on the outstanding performance of the team. My eyes scanned the crowd until they settled on Derrick who gave me a smile. I returned it as he walked towards me and handed me a cup with juice in it. My senses were tingling from how sweet in smelt. “Hey. Where is the grumpy one?” He asked. I chuckled at how he referred to my boyfriend as ‘grumpy’. It was no secret any way. My boyfriend was not approachable. “He went out to take a call.” I explained before taking a sip from the cold beverage. “We won.” He exclaimed as if it was my first time hearing it. I chuckled again and no
Death rejected me. Not once, not twice.But what was an abomination like me expecting when I have a witch for a grandmother? I've tried my best to move on, but it's all becoming too much.BOOM!An exasperated sigh escaped my lips as I squinted my eyes open, feeling very disgruntled at this bleak weather that scrubbed all chances of me falling asleep again.Feeling sluggish, I got up from the bed, rubbed the sleep from my eyes to get a better look at where my legs were leading me.My fingers unknowingly brushed over the claw marks stretched on the corridor wall. It was like a ritual I had adopted when I turn thirteen.It was not like I wanted to do it, it just happened and broken flashbacks from the past invaded my mind. Memories I thought had long left me would come skiing pass, flickering weird images that made no sense before vanishing like I didn't detect anything at all..."Mom, you're up early." I yawned when I entred the kitchen. A whiff of my own bad breath stung my noise which
"Can you tell me a little about your mother?" Detective Johnathan asked me. His voice came out calm and measured.A little, huh? How many? One? Two? How about none because I'm sure a few very 'nice' individuals already enlightened you. Maybe they even mentioned my beloved grandmother, Mabel, and the wonderful things she did to ruin my life.I aimlessly twisted and kneaded my moist, red fingers here and there, stalling for no reason while pretending to not hear a word.The detective sighed, and shook his head, maybe wishing to be anywhere else but here."Silent treatment, mmh?" He hummed, his deep, husky voice reverberating in the empty room. "Fine, I know an orphanage home that would give you a nice uniform to go with your attitude."He stood up and was about turning to use the door when I quickly changed my mind about being rude. "No, please. I'll talk.""Very well, then." The man exhaled, then pulled out his notepad from his jacket pocket and carelessly tossed it on the table dividi
After a long refreshing bath, soft clean clothes and a cup of hot cocoa, I finally calmed down. I never thought I could cry for almost an hour.How much liquid do I have in me?Apart from yelling profanities and screaming when she couldn't find what she was looking for in the stacks of envelopes she was rummaging through, Aunt Courtney looked perfectly fine. Not even a single tear rolled down her contoured cheek.At least Ken was the normal one, because after showing me my room, I saw him wipe his cheek before leaving. But here I was in Aunt Courtney's study room, wondering when her perfect make up will get smudged."We need to bury her on Monday." Aunt Courtney announced.It was less of a suggestion and more of an order, but either way, my brain couldn't have processed the crap she just said any fast."What? We can't. We still need to inform everyone about her d-""NO!" The scary lady boomed, stopping me from saying the d-word. "We will not let anyone else know about this.""But... g
Lunch was a bit awkward and quiet. It felt like I was the elephant in the room while everyone communicated with their eyes, excluding me in their weird conversation. If it wasn’t the exchange of glances it was the clearing of the throat that got me feeling like jumping out of my skin. I knew the peculiar looks were directed at me, but it did not register in my mind that they were doing all of that because of how much I was stuffing my face. I wasn’t eating like a hog or anything, I just kept dishing, and eating and dishing and eating. It was not my intention to make everybody uncomfortable by eating like I had been starved, but I couldn’t help it. It had been ages since I’d eaten food this good, and Ma only ever took us out to eat at a restaurant once a year; on my birthday. But here it felt like every day was Ken’s birthday. What a luxury. “We will bury your mother on Monday.” Aunt Courtney abruptly announced over the light clicking of cutlery and crockery. It was probably not a go