Lahat ng Kabanata ng Transmuted : Love Of An Evening : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lowell High School, San Francisco Samlin Greenham"A new kid is coming in our class." Emilia says, arranging some books in her locker. I don't know why, but she looks happy about something. "Boy or girl?" I ask and close my locker. I have to change my shirt, because I ran for almost one hour and didn't go back to home, directly came to school. God, I'm still sweating. "A boy." She replies, smiling and narrows her eyes. "And you're single."I grimace. "And I am going to the bathroom." While passing her, I notice some CDs in her locker."M83, huh?" I pick one, frowning."Jesus! It's a French band, Em!" I read the labels. Midnight city, we own the sky. And.....Summer love."They formed in France, but they sing English songs. They are in America now and they are pretty good," she explains.I stare at her silently. I know M83. But something seems missing. Isn't it Jake's favorite ba

I uncontrollably sit on the ground. Apparently I fall."Hey, hey, you okay?" Edwin hurriedly sits beside me."I'm fine." I answer shakily, closing my eyes. Actually I wasn't fine. I haven't seen my psychiatrist for almost a month, haven't taken my medication. Now, the flashbacks are gone, but I still have the headache. I am breathing hard. I wonder what caused the flashbacks. "C'mon," he wraps my left arm around his shoulder and lifts me up. "The lake is near. You need some fresh air."I walk with him, dropping my head in his shoulder. I feel a little surprised by my act, because I don't even know him.Or maybe I do.His body scent seems familiar. "Don't try to think too much. When you apply pressure to remember a thing of your past, which was maybe painful, it affects your neuron cells.""It wasn't painful. Perhaps," I stop walking. And I open my eyes.Sudd

Samlin Greenham I suddenly open my eyes. I blink and slowly move my head. The pain in head is light, a little like when you are injected morphine. Where am I?I move myself in a seated position, then look around the room, remaining dark.It is my own room.I clamber off from the bed and stand up and switch on the light. The clothes I'm wearing is dry, surprising. The windows are opened, bringing cold air and the door is opened, so I warily step outside. Somebody brought me home.How night is it?"Mom, are you here?" I call out, wondering if someone's in our house. I stay still and try to hear any sound. It's quiet. I go downstairs and examine the front door, which is locked from inside. The grand clock says it's 7 p.m. and my mother isn't home yet.I look for my school bag, which is staying on the sofa and I sit in a one, pulling out my phone. Battery

"You have an interesting collection," Mahone drops himself on a sofa, then lifts one of his legs over another.Lynn glances at his book shelves."Thanks. It took time to collect them.""Didn't know you were a history lover. What's your favorite book, then? The Satanist by Dennis Wheatley?" He gulps the wine, bottoms up. "Oh, no. I forgot that you're the hero. You wouldn't be the satan."Lynn leans against the wall, watching his brother carefully. "What are you doing here, Mahone? Where did you get the cuts in your face? In a fight?""Ouch! That hurts," he reaches to the wine bottles again to pour some. "Assumed you would be glad to see me.""Well, I am. Just surprised. Are you sure you should be drinking that much?"Mahone chuckles, then extends his both hands around. "I'm fine and I know how much I can handle. Don't worry, brother.""What about your school? Does Aunt Sicily know that you're here?" Lynn scowls.

He closes the driver's door.Lynn looks around the little house carefully and walks through the driveway, entering his hands into his pockets. He's not sure if this guy still lives here, but if anyone could help him to take the Feingold Brothers down, this guy would be one of them. But also, time changes people. Lynn rings the bell twice.After a while, footsteps approaches. A pale looking, red haired woman opens the door slightly, looking at him suspiciously. "What do you want?" she asks coldly. "Er__does Ray Jenkins live here?""Who are you?" she frowns."My name is Lynn, an old friend of Ray. Is he here?" Lynn replies patiently. "Oh, he's here." The woman raises her eyebrows. "But I don't think you're gonna meet him.""Why? What's wrong?""You work for that secret society, don't you? Which screwed up his whole life, our life," she speaks harshly. "I don't know why you're here, but I don'