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Authors: Nicole Simone
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part of me was aware my acceptance of my gift wouldn’t happen until it was activated. God rest my soul.
“You weren’t with this Daemon character when you want on that walk, right?” When she saw me hesitate, she jumped down my throat. “Sky, I told you he was trouble.”
Trouble wouldn’t be the word I would use. Daemon saved my life; there was no going around that.
The lies kept rolling off my tongue at an alarming speed. Normally, I was awful at deceit. “I was alone. Don’t have a conniption.”
Laura took this moment to cut in. “Since when you do speak Yiddish?”
“Since Melissa taught me.”
“Did she teach you anything else? My old boyfriend spoke a little but only when he was yelling at me. I have always wanted to….” My mom cut her off with a death glare. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Don’t be.” I went over to the coffee maker where I poured a mugful. “We are done with this conversation.”
My mom sighed again, obviously giving up. “Fine, but be careful. Whatever you’re doing.”
“I will.”
The dark black elixir smelled heavenly as I inhaled its aroma deeply. First cup of the day was always the best.
“You were born for this. Might as well give into your fate.”
The freak’s voice popped into my head, startling me. Coffee sloshed over the rim onto the counter. With shaking hands, I ripped off a piece of paper towel and cleaned up the mess. Was the freak spewing nonsense or was there truth behind his words? Was I born to only be sacrificed?
When I got to first period, Daemon was nowhere to be found. An irrational part of me was worried he had been kidnapped and was now suffering the same fate I had encountered last night. Most likely though, he skipped school because he was exhausted. I stifled a yawn as the coffee buzz wore off. Mr. Tucker scrawled a list of talking points on the whiteboard. Normally, I would be gung ho about nerding out on literature, but my attention was elsewhere. My gaze wandered outside where the sun was hiding between a thick mass of clouds. The past two days had been one surprise after another. If I had to pick, the biggest surprise was a voodoo priest wanted to drain me of my blood because, why? I had two guesses. Either because I was the ‘chosen one’ or because it was my fate to die. What does the ‘chosen one’ even mean? And what does the voodoo priest gain from my blood? Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose. I should have let Daemon hand over the information to me yesterday. Random doodles filled my notebook as my brain churned over and over.
“Sky?”
My chin jerked up. Mr. Tucker stood next to my desk with an irritated expression painted on his face. “Class is over.”
Looking around, the desks were empty and the whiteboard was wiped clean. Somehow, I missed the bell. “Sorry.” I swiped my books into my backpack. “I got caught up in the discussion.”
“Lying is not a flattering color on you, Ms. Noelle. If you want to doodle, I suggest you save it for your free time,” he said crossly.
A heat crawled up my cheeks. “Of course.”
He gave me a brisk nod and stepped aside so I could pass. I exited the classroom with my tail between my legs. Walking to my locker to switch textbooks, a current of whispers followed, stares were traded, and a group of girls gave me the side eye. It looked like I was the center of the rumor mill, which meant everybody had found out about Daemon and me in the hall closet. Should have figured. I tucked my head down until I got to my destination. My locker door cracked against the metal storage units as my anger sizzled. In my peripheral vision, I saw Emily approach cautiously.
“Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” I grumbled.
“You could have fooled me. You look like you’re about to viscously bite everybody’s head off.”
I barked out a short laugh. “The only head I want to bite off is the janitor’s.”
“Mr. Fogle? Oh man, no wonder people are talking. That man is the resident
“You weren’t with this Daemon character when you want on that walk, right?” When she saw me hesitate, she jumped down my throat. “Sky, I told you he was trouble.”
Trouble wouldn’t be the word I would use. Daemon saved my life; there was no going around that.
The lies kept rolling off my tongue at an alarming speed. Normally, I was awful at deceit. “I was alone. Don’t have a conniption.”
Laura took this moment to cut in. “Since when you do speak Yiddish?”
“Since Melissa taught me.”
“Did she teach you anything else? My old boyfriend spoke a little but only when he was yelling at me. I have always wanted to….” My mom cut her off with a death glare. “Sorry,” she mumbled.
“Don’t be.” I went over to the coffee maker where I poured a mugful. “We are done with this conversation.”
My mom sighed again, obviously giving up. “Fine, but be careful. Whatever you’re doing.”
“I will.”
The dark black elixir smelled heavenly as I inhaled its aroma deeply. First cup of the day was always the best.
“You were born for this. Might as well give into your fate.”
The freak’s voice popped into my head, startling me. Coffee sloshed over the rim onto the counter. With shaking hands, I ripped off a piece of paper towel and cleaned up the mess. Was the freak spewing nonsense or was there truth behind his words? Was I born to only be sacrificed?
When I got to first period, Daemon was nowhere to be found. An irrational part of me was worried he had been kidnapped and was now suffering the same fate I had encountered last night. Most likely though, he skipped school because he was exhausted. I stifled a yawn as the coffee buzz wore off. Mr. Tucker scrawled a list of talking points on the whiteboard. Normally, I would be gung ho about nerding out on literature, but my attention was elsewhere. My gaze wandered outside where the sun was hiding between a thick mass of clouds. The past two days had been one surprise after another. If I had to pick, the biggest surprise was a voodoo priest wanted to drain me of my blood because, why? I had two guesses. Either because I was the ‘chosen one’ or because it was my fate to die. What does the ‘chosen one’ even mean? And what does the voodoo priest gain from my blood? Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose. I should have let Daemon hand over the information to me yesterday. Random doodles filled my notebook as my brain churned over and over.
“Sky?”
My chin jerked up. Mr. Tucker stood next to my desk with an irritated expression painted on his face. “Class is over.”
Looking around, the desks were empty and the whiteboard was wiped clean. Somehow, I missed the bell. “Sorry.” I swiped my books into my backpack. “I got caught up in the discussion.”
“Lying is not a flattering color on you, Ms. Noelle. If you want to doodle, I suggest you save it for your free time,” he said crossly.
A heat crawled up my cheeks. “Of course.”
He gave me a brisk nod and stepped aside so I could pass. I exited the classroom with my tail between my legs. Walking to my locker to switch textbooks, a current of whispers followed, stares were traded, and a group of girls gave me the side eye. It looked like I was the center of the rumor mill, which meant everybody had found out about Daemon and me in the hall closet. Should have figured. I tucked my head down until I got to my destination. My locker door cracked against the metal storage units as my anger sizzled. In my peripheral vision, I saw Emily approach cautiously.
“Don’t worry, I don’t bite,” I grumbled.
“You could have fooled me. You look like you’re about to viscously bite everybody’s head off.”
I barked out a short laugh. “The only head I want to bite off is the janitor’s.”
“Mr. Fogle? Oh man, no wonder people are talking. That man is the resident
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