LUCASSincewe drove far from the city, I thought thatWoodhidge would be an ugly town that was far away from the normal world with wolves and vampires fighting on the street like rascals. I didn't expect to see a normal town, with stores and popular fast food restaurants—just like the ordinary town you would see anywhere.Though, I have to admit, there was something weird about the town. It seemed like an ordinary town with ordinary people but something in me was conscious that the town wasn't normal at all. It wasn't only because my Mum had told me a lot about Woodhidge, I felt the town itselfwas supernatural, thereby explaining why it was the home of all Supernaturals. If that made any sense.”Now, hun, we are close to my house...I'm so excited to show it to you." Mum said, smiling widely."Hmmn.” I l
LUCASDo you knowthat time in the morning, mostlybetween 5am and 8am, when sleep ismost pleasurable?Those precious hours are part of my favouritetime of the day. À@l for me, Mum decided to steal them from me and that wasalways a sign of a bad day. Always.“Lucas, Lucas, Lucas!” Mum yelled as she opened my room's door, thereby succeeding to wake me up.”What, Mum, this is what...5am?”“You wish, polar bear. This is seven minutes after bloodyeight, so don't stare at me like I'm waking you too early.“ Mum frowned, it was normal, she always had funny attitudes in the morning.Raising the curtains, Mum continued. “I am going out and I won't be back till the evening or so.””Where are you go
EVELYNI stood in front of the school Principal's office, in silence, unbelievablyterrified of walking in. As I had learnt from Aunt Joanna, Declan, my high school crush, was the Principal in the only school my son could go to. It was beyond just provoking, it was unacceptable. However, I had no choice but to accept it. As much as I told myself moving away right nowwould make things more convenient, it was high time I faced my demons. It was high time I faced my past.I remained immobile just in front of his office, I couldn't bring myself to knock. The school bursar had told me to see the Principal before Lucas could be registered. While Woodhidge wasn't your ordinary school and acceptance rate was literally a hundred percent, there were still things that had to be done before a new student would be admitted. I knew this, but that wasn't the
LUCASIt was only the eleventh day living in this weird town and I was about to start my first day in Woodhidge High. Not only was I expected to see Woodhidge as home, I would spent my last year in high school in the town too. It was left to me to me to choose whether I would be happy here or not.I didn't hate the town—and that was saying a lot, as I rarely liked anywhere. For more than one thing, the town was a beauty on its own. I hadn't noticed how pretty the town was on the first day we arrived. The town was gave me some old-school vibe and on its own wasn't weird as it seemed like any other town—from the outside of course. Like every suburban location, the houses seemed so out of pattern unlike the notorioustightness of the city, yet it all looked like a happy embrace of homes. The town, however, struck me as one that I would have
LUCAS Considering that Woodhidge-High was my sixth school, I was kinda not very good in mixing up. The hardest thing about starting a new school wasn't ever anything relating to the main reason of schooling—which I guess is learning. No matter how hardstudying can be, the hardest past, without a doubt, was socialising and fixing yourself as ‘part' of the school. It was a concept one couldn't explain to anyone who didn't go to school, or at least the modern day school. This, however, was my opinion. One of the perks of being a new student was having the time to observe everyone around, if you wanted to, and this observation was more impartial because you know nobody. And since I was going to a supernatural school that had multiple magical beings in it, no one neede
DAMON I liked Evelyn. I really liked her. She was decently tall, had very smooth milky skin and wonderful eyes. She was a very attractive woman and was single so I wondered what was stopping me from asking her out. Yes, she just moved into town and it would appear likeI was pushing things but that was the world we lived in, everything happened fast. “I say you go for it, what's the worst thing that could happen? She would shun you?” said Mason, as I told him of my plans to ask Evelyn out on a ‘date'. “Well that's bad enough, not everyone's like you who ask everything in a skirt out.” Mason laughed and shrugged repeatedly. “There's no denying that.” I suddenly remembered the last time I fell in love. It was with Angela, the lad
TILDA So George had asked me out and I said yes! It wasn't like we would start dating immediately...or at all. He had come to me and said he really liked me and would love us to get closer. George was very handsome, what was the risk in it? I said ‘yes', and that meant I would out on a date with him. But that was all, I didn't think it was wise to jump into anything, no matter how goodlooking the person was. When he had walked up to me that day, telling me he had feelings for me, I was so surprised. George and I weren't close and I had known him my whole life, we were just friendly and never really said anything beyond occasional hellos. It felt really random—so out of nowhere, but I was flattered nonetheless. Every girl in Woodhidge would be flattered if George spoke to them the way he did to me. George
LUCAS So George and I had were getting closer and I found him to be quite a cool person. It seemed to me that he would be my closest friend in this town, however, as life had it to be, I might end up not really liking George anymore. It was selfish. I wasn't disputing that, but then, it was how I felt and I couldn't fake it. I couldn't deny it. The issue was quite plain; he loved Tilda and I was pretty positive that I really liked her too. And he had told me he went on a date with Tilda, and as he spoke, I felt like punching him in the face. I didn't want to hear any of it, nothing even a goddamn word. He kept—excitedly, mind you—tellingme how he had fallen in love with her. I knew it was cynical to feel the way I was feeling but if I was being sincere, I couldn'