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
Jake It had been weeks since I had seen my father. It felt slightly weird not to have him around but the peace that came with it was worth it. As I going through my science assignment, I heard voices from a distance. I peered out the window and saw Paul standing there on the sidewalk with my father. I was shocked. My room was still a mess. There were plenty of uselessness items on the floor. Pencils, a notebook, plastic bags of my favourite dry meat snacks, shoes laying around carelessly. My bed was not made, there were blankets hanging down to the floor. A complete mess. I begun to put everything in its order, then made the bed and lastly changed into a more nest and acceptable attire. A shirt and my denim jeans.. But as I was walking down the stairs, I heard something disturbing. My father was asking about me. I returned to my room, as the voices were getting louder and louder . "Where is my son, the house feels empty" Daniel commented, his voice carried a kind of disappointment
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
JakeThe weather was gloomy, the sky grey in discomfort. There was a sort of stillness in the atmosphere. Even though I couldn't feel the cold like humans did. I had to choose clothes that resembled that I was feeling cold too, of which would be a lie since werewolves were always hot, regardless of the change of weather in the air. I put on a a grey blazer then combed my hair neatly as my father would have it since he was around. But of course I'd change the hairstyle on the road, hence I carried my styling gel everywhere with me. I looked at the news and saw Peter's face on the news. The word's "Died last night!" were written in bold. I was shocked. I immediately hopped in my car and drove to Sandra's place. But I didn't find her or anyone there. I tried calling her but it would take me to voicemail. Her phone was probably dead. I then drove to Peter's house and saw many cars parked outside. I searched for parking space and also parked my car there. I recognised Sandra from a distanc
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
PeterFive days had passed since I had been locked up in this dark room. I hadn't had a bath nor had I eaten anything. I had thought about grabbing one of the rats and eating it but that looked too disgusting even just by thinking about it. I decided to focus my energy on getting up from the floor and if possible take a few workouts to ensure that I had enough energy to try and escape the house. Unfortunately there were no windows, nor were there any doors. I tried to remember what really happened the night I disappeared and the events prior. I rubbed my neck slowly and realised that the pain that I had been feeling had finally left me. Memories began to flood into my mind. Jess had given me a ring as a gift, but it carried something in it that made me moody all the time. And Jake was the one that helped me realize that it was wrong for me and took it out. I felt better. I began to feel angry, the thoughts surrounding Jess disgusted me. After her confession, I became a victim of an a
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
Sandra When my class for the day had ended, I walked past the principals office to place my books in the locker. However I was surprised to notice that his office was empty. There was no hint at all of the Finley sister's and their looser boyfriend Tyler. As I reached for the locker I heard someone clearing his voice, I turned to look and saw the principal, tall as he was staring right at me. His eyes slightly hazed inside his spectacles. "Mr Burgess. You scared me." I said. The principal did not seem to hear me. "You are late for detention. Follow me to my office!" He shouted. I was surprised. "No sir. I think you are mistaken. I did nothing wrong. The Finley sister's are the ones who deserve to be punished. Not me!" I cried out. "You are late for detention. Follow me to my office!" The principal repeated as if a recorded tape, continuously repeating the same message. I continued to defend my innocence but the principal did not listen to me nor did he try to reason. He just