Olivera’s POV:I eyed Leonard badly as I watched him rattle his mouth. Seems he was in a good mood this morning. I thought, taking my lips in, my mind besieged with thoughts about the dream I had just had, before he interrupted me with his frog voice. It was the same dream like the others; the lady and the man who seemed to love standing on the mountain’s apex, and overlooking the regions beneath. What was that about? And till when would i stop having these stupid dreams? Perhaps, I should ask Nick? Nah, I don't think so. He is a doctor, not a dream interpreter. But still, someone out there should know what is happening to me, and why I am having such dreams repeatedly. I don’t think it is a mere fantasy or something. Perhaps Jeremy was right, perhaps this was a message from the goddess. But why me if that was true? I don’t have a wolf. Worse, i have seizures. I’m not worth her attention. “I might just prefer Francis one of these days…” I finally said, placing my hands on my waist, w

I swallowed my saliva, still meeting Lyon’s gaze, not knowing the best reply to give him. Was I allowed two best friends? I didn’t think so. It was true that I was still angry with Jeremy for his annoying behavior some minutes ago, but even I wasn't that cruel to do that to him. He would go bonkers if he heard that I had taken an additional best friend, scared to be sidelined to the third wheel. No, there was some other way to pay him back, not this. This looked to be so extreme.“Eh..uh..I’m sorry. I can’t have more than one best friend. But you can be my friend.” I replied, trying to put as much conviction and pity as possible, so as not to sound rude and ungrateful to my savior.But he looked amused.Shouldn’t he be annoyed? I thought, not breaking my gaze away from his handsome face.“Thought as much.” I heard him mutter, and scoffed.He had been kidding. He had been playing with me. He had wanted to know if I had actually meant to disown my best friend over that one incident. He

What should I do now? I thought, as I beheld the blood stains on my underwear. It was light red, just a few dots, a sign of the outflow that was about to happen later in the day or tomorrow. This must have been the reason why I had been cranky this morning, must be the reason why I had been so angry at Jeremy. I was on my period. Oh no. I thought, wondering if Nick had some sanitary pads. Did Rose have any? She would die before she gave me some of hers. I mused.“Olivera…” I heard Nick call, and sighed, biting my lips. How would I tell him this? It was embarrassing.“Olivera…are you okay?” he asked, and I nodded mechanically, forgetting that there was a door separating us from each other; he couldn't see me or my nodding motion.“Olivera…” He called again, and I remembering that he couldn’t see me, muttered that I was okay. But who was I deceiving? My voice alone betrayed me, and he noticed that.“What is the problem?” He asked. “You can tell anything you know. I am here for you.” he

Thick beads of sweat ran the short distance between two close points on my creased forehead before dropping gracefully on my hand, some dropped into the grains I was sieving, satisfying me for some lame reason. Like would it poison the whole grain? You can see how lame my thought was at the moment, but I think it had been brought about by the tiredness that clogged me now like an insistent child who was not ready anytime to leave her mother. My knees were weak, and my soul, faint. I needed food too, and i needed to sleep. I must have worked for four hours, I thought, considering how tired and worn out I felt. My back ached too, and my hand felt sore. I had to rest. I concluded, dropping the sieve on one side of the floor, next to the unsieved bags which still remained their number of nine, for I was still with the less than half filled bag. I refused to dwell on the proportionality of my remaining strength to the mass of the work ahead of me. I needed to rest, and that I did in my ow

Shrugging my shoulders, I picked up the nylon from the floor and trudged the two steps to the wall, before letting my body droop gently, sliding against the wall to the floor-the nylon was placed gently on my lap.Well, I was hungry already, and definitely wasn’t going to overlook this food. The period pain I felt around my waist line, also made my stomach ache, and my appetite huge.I looked into the black polyethene bag and sighed. ‘What could go wrong?’ I thought, putting my hand into the bag, and taking up the bottle of water first.Opening the lid of the can, I casted a furtive glance toward the entrance of the store room(hoping that whoever had dropped this here wouldn’t come back for it as that might cause some sort of chaos I wasn’t ready for).After taking a swig of water from the bottle, I inhaled in deeply, feeling strength return into me. I took another swig, then another swig, before keeping the bottle by my side. Then I faced the main food or snack in the nylon.I moaned