THE DEMON AND HIS WITCH

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s ringing, oh well, I had already gotten used to the “almost fully condemned alarm clock”. I actually just have to manage it since there is no mon

t and devoid of all drowsiness. ‘OhMaGawd I’m going to be late for my interview that’s suppose to start by eight’ my mind echoed. Thanks to my deep sleep, I had totally mis

was that fast). My mind kept ringing out warnings on being late so I had to be fast about it all because time wasn’

e, I came out of the bathroom with my hair dripping wet as was my entire bo

that yet though, soon, I was done with everything that I had to do with the cleaning and dressing routine so I took my phone and left my room in the shambles that it was, Mom might probably come and arrange it, I really hope not though, there were things... I ran down the stairs thudding up the whole house and I met my Mom setting the dinnin

give her a peck on her cheek, she had probably expected my brother because

d and I felt another surge of amazement from her, this time in her tone, she w

sted her in fully setting up the table, not that there was much to do actually,

well known for sleeping in but then it was a

aid simply and finished dishing out everyone

ous chuckle while dragging my plate closer to me without

dressed up for school. ‘Hmm what a surprising day today was turning out to be, sudd

d mouse though, means you’re cute even though you

outh stuffed with waffles as well and we all laughed while M

, I’m running super late already as it is” I said to Mom and winked at Landon. “Oh My Goodness! I actually forgot that today is

k and no overstressing at work, oh and Landon, try to be a g

hat” he replied me snidely

e house then sprinted to the road to

t I brought out all her past and future glory, hence why she now looks like my grandmother rather than my mom, which is not true, she is still every bit of the very beautiful woman sh

ombo, but, I get too many weird looks for it and many unpleasant whispers so I resorted to dyeing my hair always, either to blonde or brunette like every other normal

rop out of school because there was no money to further my education, a real bummer situation because I loved to study, yeah belie

properties and our clothing, but the cars and the bank accounts were all taken. Before we could get back on our fe

pay dearly for murdering my dad. I really don’t know how to go by it, it’s been two years now and

is enough abo

here to try to secure a job as a personal maid. The Lockwoods are pr

only support and from their support, they enact changes. Personally though, I think they are crooks that run the state through where they send their money, their so called “support” is just another word for blackmail and imposition. If I had the choice, I wouldn’t hav

uck because on my way home two days ago, I saw one of the ticket fly out of a very fast moving car and land on the floor, I only realized it was “the ticket” after I picked it up though cos I initially thought it was money, imagine my joy at getting such a jackpot winning, this was definitely worth mor

le before getting to the main gate. I was beginning to wonder just how long the place stretched. It

could ring it, right beside the road. I shrugged and rang the but I got no reply, after I waited for a few seconds, precious seconds without an answer, I rang it again and again but still no one answered and no one came out to me. I rang the bell multiple times, urgency of the interview which I was already late

ealing some men dressed like waiters at an occasion for very rich people, their beefiness was what told me they were actually guards, bodyguards, security, call them what you will but it was