I drove in silence, foregoing my usual habit of playing music, lost in my thoughts. The image of Alexander dancing with Helen lingered in my mind, fueling a newfound determination. “I think I’m ready to play this game,” I mumbled to myself, increasing my speed. Suddenly, a loud impact rocked my car from above, startling me. I yelled in panic, struggling to maintain control of the wheel, but managed to steady myself. With trembling hands, I glanced in the rearview mirror, trying to comprehend what had just happened. “What was that?” I muttered, heart pounding in my chest. Turning around, I was horrified to see a figure standing in the middle of the road. I screamed, slamming on the brakes as my car screeched to a halt before the mysterious figure. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed, adrenaline coursing through my veins. As I stepped out of the car, my shock turned to disbelief when I realized it was Susan standing before me. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want to get yourself killed?

Grace inquired, “What did you say to them?” “Nothing harmful,” I answered, smiling confidently. Lora was taken aback when she saw Alexander and Anne heading to our table. “Please, sit here,” I offered, motioning for Alexander to sit beside me while I positioned myself between them. “Oh my God! She’s so mean,” Grace muttered under her breath. “Enjoy your lunch, Anne,” I said, nudging her playfully. It was evident that Anne was pretty upset, but I didn’t care. What did she expect? That I would allow her to continue her antics with Alexander at my table? No way! “Hello, ladies and gent,” Drake greeted as he arrived at our table with his lunch. “Can I join you?” “Sure, you can, Drake,” I replied, stealing a glance at Alexander, who had buried his head in his food. Drake sat down, muttering to himself, “This is going to be fun.” We ate in silence, staring at each other, while other students couldn’t help but steal glances at us. Drake cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So,

“Geraldine, you were too harsh on her,” Lucy admonished, her tone tinged with concern. “I don’t care. Since when did we become friends with wolves? Don’t forget that they are our enemies,” Geraldine retorted, her anger palpable. Martha sighed heavily. “So we should just sit with our fingers crossed and wait for the day Father Bosco finally kills us all?” Geraldine chuckled bitterly. “You don’t dare question my decisions. Did you hear what she asked for? What on earth made her think we would ever tamper with nature?” Helen interjected, her voice hesitant. “But we’re witches, and she believes we can do anything. This shouldn’t be a big deal.” Geraldine’s resolve remained firm. “Not this time. We won’t do it.” Lucy folded her arms, her expression grave. “So how do you plan on taking down Father Bosco? I don’t want any more witches to die.” Geraldine lifted her chin defiantly. “I’ll handle it myself. I have a plan, and I hope it works.” Lucy’s concern deepened. “You hope? Did you h

"How on earth am I supposed to merge marriage and school?" I thought burying my head in my books.This all was beginning to sound like an impossible mission to me.I raised my head from my books and continued writing nonstop looking determined to finish the assignment, I was so scared of dozing off.A lot of times I had tried writing my assignment late at night only to find my head buried in my books the next morning with the assignment incomplete.Most times I continue writing once I wake up in the morning, other times when I wakeup late, I just abandon the books, dash into the bathroom, have a quick bath then I'm off to school, I end up trying to write it in school.You wouldn't blame me, if you were in my shoes you would understand exactly what I was going through.I continued writing making my hands move as fast as I could.Grace and Lora have observed how un steady I have been with my assignments and I didn't want to give them more reasons to

Standing at the doorway, I hesitated for a moment before entering the room and closing the door behind me. I didn’t want any other wolves to stumble upon the scene, knowing it would raise alarms if my mother was caught using magic on my father.“What happened to him, Mother?” I asked, my voice trembling with fear. Despite my complicated feelings toward my father, I couldn’t bear the thought of any harm befalling him.My mother let out a sigh. “Just help me get him onto the bed.”My heart pounded in my chest as I asked the question that plagued my mind. “Is he dead?”My mother’s eyes widened at the question. “No, he’s not, Yvonne. He’s just asleep.”I scrutinized my father’s still form, uncertain if my mother’s assurance was genuine. “Are you sure, Mother? He looks so… rigid.”“Don’t be a baby, Yvonne,” she chided gently, her tone betraying a hint of impatience. “Help me get him onto the bed before anyone else comes in here.”Nodding silently, I approached my father’s side, and together