EVELYN It was the first time I felt a little positive that everything was going to be alright. The first time in a very long time. It wasn't like I didn't have many things to make me crazily sad but I just felt that things would be better for me and my son, Lucas, in Woodhidge. There was no reason for my sudden optimism rather than the fact that I felt Woodhidge would just turn out good for me and my boy. Perhaps, I could say it was a hunch, though it felt more like a mere tingle in my stomach telling me everything was going to be alright. Did I have a doubt that the community would not be supportive? Yes. Did I think all of my friends I grew up with will either be mad that I had deliberately cut them off or would be too 'judgy' or just complete snobs? Yes. Did I think Lucas would find it a little hard to mingle with other Supernaturals, as he had been trained to do otherwise since he was a kid? Yes, yes, yes..., even in my shockingly ca

LUCAS  Do you know that time in the morning, mostly between 5am and 8am, when sleep is most pleasurable? Those precious hours are part of my favourite time of the day. À@l for me, Mum decided to steal them from me and that was always 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 bloody eight, 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

LUCAS It 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 notorious tightness of the city, yet it all looked like a happy embrace of homes. The town, however, struck me as one that I would have

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 like I 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

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'