A shapeshifter??| 32 Orchard Street

Shay found herself a room upstairs, well Calle chose it for her. Her things were laid out on her freshly made bed.

Calle even blessed her with an old easel and set up her materials. She sat and began painting what she has been painting for months, Diane.

The two of them have been best friends since they were in middle school. For years, neither of them even thought about the other in that way. Diane dated boys until she realized she only wanted date women and Shay was there for her.

When Shay realized she wanted to date women, she never told Diane because she didn’t know what it meant for her. In high school, she kissed a female friend while drunk and it lead to sex. For years after, even though she knew she liked it. She was too afraid to admit it because she still liked men. What point would it make to announce it to everyone?

It wasn’t until one amazing sleepover that Diane reached over to hold Shay. This kind of intimacy was normal for them. Cuddling during sleepovers, kisses on the cheek, holding each other, all normal. It would have been nothing big but she looked at Diane and she looked back and there was a moment.

She could see her hair in bantu knots formed under her black bonnet, the moonlight giving her brown eyes a grey shine, her face so soft and they were so close she could feel her heart beating with her own and how easy it is to just be in her arms. Diane laid there looking at her and Shay scanned her face for more.

Diane finally pulled her close and kissed her softly on her forehead and immediately fell asleep.

There was no way Diane was interested in her. She would have kissed her lips instead of her forehead. That night would have been their first night together if only she were interested.

So that night, Shay decided to go to sleep.

It’s been months since they’ve slept in the same bed. They both avoided it. She’d rather sleep on the couch than be rejected by her best friend.

It doesn’t stop her from trying to paint the exact way the moonlight showed on her face. The light sharpened her cheekbones making her dark brown skin glow. There is no combination of blues, browns, yellows, reds, etc. That can do it justice but she hasn’t stopped trying.



Shay was two hours into this painting before her frustration made her give up and started throwing paint on the canvas instead.

Sher heard the front door slam and footsteps running up the stairs, followed by a knock at her door.

“Who?” Shay asked. 


“Me.” Diane opened the door and threw herself on the bed. 


“She stood me up! What the fuck. It was for our writing. Who does that?”

“Maybe her intuition told her you just wanted sex.”

“Nah. I don’t think intuition is all that good anyway.”

“Well she didn’t show up so… ”, Shay shrugged.

“Fine. Let me take you out. Get cleaned up. I like your painting by the way.” Diane got up and quickly left the room. “20 minutes.” She yelled from the hall.

Shay was so grateful she ruined the painting of Diane before she got here. She headed to the bathroom to wash the paint from her hands, face, and locs. They always dip into the paint like Medusa’s locs, having a mind of their own. Even if they’re tied up in a bun.

In 20 minutes, she is dressed and downstairs with Diane and heading out.

“Can I drive yours? I want this to be a surprise and I walked from the cafe because I was so upset from earlier.”

“Yea, no problem.” She said as she handed her the keys.

The pair of them hopped into Shay’s beat-up pink punch buggie and started driving.

After a thirty-minute ride, they arrived at an abandoned looking factory off an abandoned road. 

Shay and Diane often found weird places to discover together but they would usually plan the trip together so that they could rent out camera equipment. These trips are only good for their pictures.

“So why are we here?”

“I found this place and I thought we could have some alone time.”

“What for? We would have been alone in the house.”

“Honey. You know why”, Diane reached over to hold Shay’s hand.

Once again, not a shocking form of intimacy but then she pulled Shay’s hand to her lips and kissed it. Then she started leaning closer. Diane normally smelled of lavender and mint but today she smelled different, something more floral. They were so close that their lips were just barely touching. Shay could feel her entire body warming up, her heart pounding in anticipation. Just waiting to feel her lips on her own.

She was waiting for the moment their lips finally touched. She hoped it would be better than what she dreamed. What she didn’t expect was a hand on her throat, squeezing. SO hard she couldn’t breathe.


Calle finally arrived back at Diane’s home after dropping off Leo and then picking up items from her fellow coven member Violet. She needed to pick up some mugwort and a bunch of candles from the Wicca shop she works at. Violet always talks her ear off with strange facts and then ends it with giving her a tarot card reading. Now Calle knows for sure that what she needs to do next is move in with Diane. Something is coming and it would be better if she wasn’t living on the couches or the other coven members.

Calle is ever so grateful that no one told Diane about her living situation.

Calle decided this was the best time to check out the greenhouse. As she started walking, she heard a car pull up to the house. She peeked through the window and saw Diane so she opened the door wide and let her in. “Hello, love! Your energy is off.”

“That girl stood me up! How rude! At least I got myself some tea and the barista’s number.” Diane threw herself onto the living room couch and Calle followed. Throwing herself onto the love seat on the other side of the room.

“Great. Another perfumed pussy around the house. Did you bring anyone new today? Something smells off.”

“Nope. No one. Is Shay still here?”

“I don’t sense her here so no.”

“That is so creepy but I also wish I could sense people. I wonder where she went.”

“Cast a spell or use that new spangled ability. I have a feeling. Something is off.”

“You just magically have some feelings and now I have to track my own best friend? Invade her privacy?”

“Do it and shut up. My senses are better than yours.”

“Fine.” Diane threw herself into a trance, eyes going white for a moment, and then she was out of it as quickly as she went into it.

“We have to go. Now.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“I saw her. She’s with me.”

“How?”

“Exactly. Grab my hand.”

“Can we drive? I hate this part.”

“No. I’m about to kill her.” Diane grabbed Calle’s hand, thought of Shay and then they were there. Just in time to see Diane choking the life out of a struggling Shay.

Calle used her power to yank the car door open and then ran in to quickly unbuckle Shay and pull her away. Shay was gasping for breath on the floor near the car.

Diane in the car grew pale, eyes turning black, hair turning grey and it began hissing as it came out the car ready to fight Diane. It leaped towards her only to be forced back by the force field she placed on herself and her friends behind her. She yelled at Calle. “What the hell is this thing?”

“It’s a shapeshifter!? A FUCKING SHAPESHIFTER?” Shay started regaining her breath and finally sat up in Calle’s arms.

“No shit!” She formed balls of electricity in her hands and began throwing them at the creature. It seemed to be holding it but in no way deterring it from trying to kill them all.

“It looks like one of the creatures from this book! I forget the name but try fire!”

Diane gathered both hands together to create a giant ball of electricity, hoping it would give her enough time to concentrate on producing enough fire to fill this thing. It seemed to have grown five feet since changing to its normal form.

The giant ball of electricity finally knocked it off its feet which gave Diane enough time to create a ball of fire big enough to kill the thing. There was a loud shriek before it fell into dust.

“Finally,” Diane says smiling and turning back to her friends.

Shay was lying in Calle’s arms with such fear in her eyes. When Diane walked close to her, she shrank away.

Calle put her hand up to Diane, telling her to stay back and Calle began murmuring in Shay’s ear. Softly stroking her hair and giving her kisses.

Diane knew that one of Calle’s gifts is to soothe but it breaks her heart seeing Shay lie there in anyone else’s arms but her own at this moment. She has been holding Shay for years but one step towards her seemed to scare her. She has never seen Shay give her a look like that. 

Diane thought it would be best to push down that hurt and do the most practical thing, checking the car to see if they could make it home. Gas was full, there was surprisingly no damage to the car. She looked over and saw the two of them still on the dusty road clutching each other so she sat and waited in the car.

two garbage bags, a backpack and a long board| 32 Orchard Street

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“I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.” Luna said when she  arrived at the house an hour after she was called. She would have come sooner but she was laying in the park nearby and watching the stars and ‘connecting with her inner self’. She came in and went straight to Calle. She was already sloppy drunk and emotional so she hopped into her girlfriends arms and refused to get down, “for you, my dear, I could wait centuries.”

“Babe, I need you  to get down. We have to go help Shay move.”

“But you just got here!” Calle protested, holding Luna tighter and giving her more kisses.

Shay walked over and bit and pinched Calle until she let go then forcibly dragged her to the car.

“Did you at least pack some food for me?” Luna flipped her hair and pouted. Diane sighed dramatically and magicked the food she’d set aside for Luna and a fork into her hands and headed to the car, Luna giggled and followed after.

On their way to Shay’s apartment, Calle fell asleep and stayed asleep until they returned home with all of Shay’s things. She’d only signed a two month lease and her decision to move out a week earlier.

Her now former roommate was happy to help pack and organise her things. They’d already packed the items in the common area when they arrived. Shay didn’t have much so the trip was pretty easy. They stopped for some late night pizza on their way back.

 By two in the morning, they were all wrapped up in each other’s limbs on the couch, stuffed and trying to finish one more episode of the flash. Shay had already fallen asleep on Luna’s lap and soon they all followed.

The following morning, Diane woke to the sounds of Calle and Luna in the kitchen. The living room was a mess from last night and Diane decided that now would be a good time to use a quick tidy up spell, hoping that Shay would not wake up in the middle of it. Diane spent years hiding the witch part of herself from Shay because she was terrified to lose her. The longer she kept it from her, the more she knew it would end badly but she just couldn’t. Calle made the other witches in their life promise not to tell Shay or Leo until she was ready. That was five years ago, she wasn’t sure how long she could make this last. 

When she finished, she saw Shay still sleeping peacefully on the couch so she went and followed the smell of coffee. 

Half an hour later the breakfast cinnamon rolls and beyond sausage were ready. Calle was in charge of waking up Shay for breakfast today. From the kitchen, they heard a loud thud followed by an angry scream. They giggled into their cups of coffee. Calle ran into the kitchen with an angry Shay storming after. “WHO THE FUCK FUCKING DROPS ON SOMEONE WHILE THEY SLEEP!?!? CALLE! GET OVER HERE!”

“Well, you never wake up when I try and do it nicely. I figured I’d spice things up! Stop chasing me and have a cinnamon roll!” Calle was so gracefully dodging out of Calle’s grasp. She had a feeling she was using some of her power to avoid being pummelled. Diane and Luna refused to interfere so they ate while the two of them ran around the house. 

Calle’s phone buzzed and Luna answered, “Leo said they were ready to get picked up! Come on, I’ll pack breakfast while everyone gets dressed. Calle, please let Shay hit you so we can move on.”

They heard a loud and dramatic sigh before an “OW!”

“You guys have five minutes!”

Leo woke that morning excited to leave. They spent so many years making sure their parents did not kill themselves in the night. It was only until recently –until they were the only one doing the caring that they realized that their life comes first. Their parents have already made their choices. Now it’s time they make choices of their own.

They’ve missed so many important events, dances, interviews. Hell, they are going to the worst public school only because they have more understanding policies. If they need to come to school two hours late for a week, their dream school, the school with the greatest programs and people who are more than willing to use their pronouns, need attendance. It wasn’t enough that they had amazing grades when they couldn’t even attend most of the interviews.

In the end, their parents wanted nothing more for Leo to leave the house. if it were fully up to their parents, Leo would have been out of the house when Shay left.

In the eyes of their parents, Leo was nothing but a burden and Leo was looking forward to feeling loved and appreciated.

Picking up Leo was quicker than they expected. They’d thought they’d spend the hour Leo’s parents were gone rushing to get their things in the car but Leo stood outside the building with two garbage bags, a backpack and a longboard in their arms.

They arrived back home and spent the day eating pizza and having a Marvel movie marathon. Leo didn’t want to unpack just yet and they all followed their lead and spent the day relaxing and giving them love.

By 2am, Leo was knocked out on the couch and Calle and Luna were finding a room to fall asleep in. Shay and Diane turned on “Blink”, their favorite Doctor Who Episode. It was their favorite thing to watch to help them sleep and they both agreed to stay downstairs and sleep there with Leo.


Calle was up and moving before the sun came up. She made her way down the hall and into the kitchen. Moonlight crept in from the open windows giving her enough light to see as she chopped onions and herbs for omelets and made some batter for waffles.

A slight breeze comes in moving her curly, pink shoulder-length hair. She reaches down for the two hair clips on her shirt and uses them to move back her hair then begins prepping their morning feast. Her tattoo on her forearm of a sunflower gleams in the moonlight. If anyone were around they’d notice it slightly moving with the breeze.

This was the time she felt the most connected to herself, her power. She loves waking up this early, the silence gave her so much comfort. When she finishes in the kitchen, Calle lights the candles down the halls of the house with a wave of her hand. Calle decides to get Shay and Leo settled in their rooms and so she begins levitating Shay and Leo’s belongings upstairs. The only sounds in the house are the breathing of her friends in the living room and her steps up the stairs. 

On the second floor, where most of the bedrooms are, Calle drops off Shay’s belongings into the room next to Diane’s. She can sense the love and admiration Diane and Shay have for each other… and that both girls are foolish enough to not think that the other feels the very same. They’ve spent the year meeting being jealous of whomever the other was seeing. She can’t count the times she’s caught either girl looking at the other in a way they’d never look at anyone else. It is so clear to her. She believes that maybe if they are closer to each other, they will realize this. 

Calle takes it upon herself to clear up the room across the hall from Shay so that Leo can live near Shay. She gently places Leo’s belongings on the floor and heads for the room.

Calle spent an hour clearing up the room, it seemed to be Diane’s grandmother’s old art room. She opens box after box and casts a spell to place each piece of artwork around the house. The paintings were mostly impressionist paintings. One she assumed was an outline of her wife’s body. That one will go in the hall and be spelled onto the wall near Diane’s room. Just for fun. The impressionist paintings will line the walls in the living room and the hallway downstairs and the final painting of the sunset was placed outside Leo’s room.

Most of her time was spent trying to find the perfect piece of furniture to suit Leo. Now that they have their own room, they would need the space to chill after long days of school and whatever else they get up to. The abandoned tan futon that sat against the wall near the big window in the room would do well for their bed so that it allows for more space during the day. It will go great with the white and brown sheets and comforter they took with them. 

Grandma’s painting desk can be reused as Leo’s desk. Calle decided to leave all of the old art supplies in a box in the corner just in case Leo decided to get creative. When Calle finished, everyone was up downstairs. Diane and Shay were cooking up the prepared breakfast and Leo was doing their homework. Calle walked straight to them and said, “check the room upstairs. I found the perfect room for you.”

Leo sprang up and ran up the stairs. Calle summoned herself a mug of tea.

Diane followed right behind it scowling after Leo. “You’re not supposed to be doing magic in front of Leo or Shay! They don’t know witches are real!” She hissed.

“They already went upstairs! Plus, Leo would be ecstatic to know that magic is real.”

“No duh!” She hisses, “Shay doesn’t even kn-.”

“SHAY TOTALLY KNOWS!” Calle says incredulously.

“If I didn’t know then, I do not now!” Shay said from the kitchen.

“B-W- What?? Know what?” Diane said with uncertainty.

Shay came out to the kitchen and said, “Was I not supposed to notice all the times you woke me up from my naps while you were in the kitchen? You always made your voice sound like it was RIGHT in my ear. It’s really annoying. You hide speakers in your room to be annoying. You can’t do that now that I’m living here.”

“Y-Yeah. Of course not. I wouldn’t dream of it. No more speakers!”


“You should stop hiding the truth, my dear,” Calle said, moving to sit on the couch.

“My dear, you could try shutting up because I’ve already told her the truth” Diane rushed to the kitchen.

“Guys, just don’t do it again. This is now a safe space. It was just a prank but no more. You prank me again and I am moving out. I forgive you for now.”

“Big threat for someone who lied to me for years about how cute I actually looked while bald.”

“I really thought you looked cute! You always look so cute!”

“Stop! I think the only reason I got laid so often is probably because they assumed something was wrong with me.”

Shay reached out and softly touched Diane’s cheek, “Oh please! You are beautiful. Who wouldn’t want to fuck you.”

“What’s for breakfast?” Leo asks, carefully seating themselves into a seat at the kitchen table with their homework.

Shay and Diane laughed and pulled away slowly. 

“Calle set up some waffles and omelet fixings. All vegan so don’t you worry. Everything has been seasoned to perfection!” Diane replies while making everyone’s plates for breakfast

“Thank you! And Diane, thank you for letting us stay here. We’re so grateful. I don’t know where we’d live if it weren’t for you,”  says Leo.

“It’s no problem at all. I love you both and I might as well do something with this empty home. So do you have school today?”

“Yes. I’ll be going to school. I have a test today. What are you guys doing today?”

“I have a meeting with this other writer. She’s talking about collaborating on a story. I’m not sure if it will work out but she’s hot so maybe I’ll get some! If not, there’s always fuck buddy Becca.” She says sitting at the table placing a plate in front of herself and Leo. Shay carried her plate and Calle’s. 

Calle came in singing, “when will you stop fucking all these women and just settle the fuck down. This place smells like different perfumes and pussy. I’m over it.”

“Would you like for it to smell like one pussy and perfume?”

“Yes, I like consistency,” Shay grumbled.

“Look. I’m just tryna get laid” Diana shrugged, fork in hand. She dived her fork into her  omelet and took a bite, giving Shay a taunting look.

“So you really just fuck anyone?” Shay asked

Calle knew that meant, “So why not fuck me?”

“I don’t fuck just anyone. Well, there are different kinds of fucking. There are the quick fucks, accidental fucks, passion fucks-”

“Diane, I am 17, a minor. Please stop. I could tell my friends crazy things about fucking now. What will the teachers say?” said Leo.

“Whoa. Language.” Shay softly scolded.

“That better be a joke because your ass is out here talking wild as shit.”

“Um… lil one. Chill.” Shay says shoving a fork full of waffles into her mouth.

“I thought so. Calle, can you drive me to school? I need to pick your brain about something.”

“Oi! Don’t teach them anything crazy, Calle!” Scolded Shay.

“I won’t,” replied Calle, getting up to clean her and Leo’s plate. Diane noted the wink Calle gave Leo.

“Okay, well I am going to meet this beautiful woman. I’ll see you later. Have fun cleaning…”Diane grabs her things and leans over to give Shay a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Bye Shay!” Leo and Calle called out in unison and the three of them left the house. 

Leaving Shay alone to grumble to herself.

Welcome to 32 Orchard Street.

“Okay,” Diane huffs, as she throws herself into the seat next to Calle, wiping the sweat from her perfect brows. Today, she went for a white button-down to go under her yellow sweater, her black high waisted jeans showed her beautifully shaped ass and she definitely showed it off to the hot girl at the other table who she knew had a thing for her. She hopped up onto the stool, and leaned towards Calle. “I’m ready to get this class over with. I tripped three times just getting through the house before leaving. There are like six boxes just down the hall near the stairs. The only clean rooms are the kitchen, the living room, a bathroom, and my own room. I really need to empty those damn boxes.” She sighed, twisting a strand of her coily afro.

“Yea, no shit, you moved in three months ago and for some reason, you still haven’t made things homey. Your home is so beautiful! What 25 years old has a ten-bedroom home all to themselves these days? You know I love coming over, you should let me clean up.” Calle responds by handing Diane her morning tea latte and forcing her bubblegum pink bob cut out of her face and shoving it behind her ears.

“Thank you, dear.” Diane grabs the cup and sips.”I’m just scared about what I’ll find in my grandma’s boxes. I’m grateful she gave me an entire house all to myself but she and her wife are into wild stuff and I don’t want to find some weird kinks in those boxes.” she hesitated, “a second thought, maybe I’ll just let you look through it.”

“Alright, will do. Grandma and Gran have far too many things. Do you think they have like whips and chains? OH! Maybe they have a sex dungeon! I’ll check the basement! Anyways, where is Shay? She’s always late.”

Just then, Shay runs into the room with paint smears all over her white t-shirt and denim overalls and her brown skin. A few of her locs had some colors in them even while twisted up in a bun. They’d usually hang at her waist.

“I literally ran across campus from the studio. I am so hungry, I didn’t even come here for class but for my-” Calle shoved a warm danish in her face.

“Yes,” Shay moaned as she sat in the seat next to Diane.

“Wait. Why are you excited about my grandparents having a freaking sex dungeon?”


“Uh. What did I miss?” Shay says over the pastry in her mouth.

“Alright. I hope everyone had a great day. Let’s begin today’s lesson!” called Ms. Piper.

Diane and Shay began to slouch closer to each other. One enjoying her danish and the other sipping her latte and gazing at the video on the board. Today they are learning about the intricate processes of evolution.

As usual, Calle was the only one of the three who was writing out her notes aggressively, trying not to miss anything on the board. The other two jot information down here and there, knowing that Calle would help them study later.


After four hours, the three girls walk back to Diane’s crowded home. It was a Victorian-style home with three floors. That was in their family for generations. Some slave master was able to leave the home in Diane’s family and it has remained in their care for generations. Her grandmas recently built the greenhouse around back. She lived on 32 Orchard Street. The only black house on the street. The wrap around porch was filled with plants and there was one swing hanging. She remembered nights with her grandmothers and sipping hot chocolates under the stars and telling them all her problems. Both of her parents were there and attentive but there was something about her grandmothers that made her feel protective. 

Her grandmothers have just given her the house now that she was an adult and bored with being at home. Plus they wanted to travel during their retirement. They spent their lives securing a comfortable life for them and their family and now that that’s all done, they’ve decided to see the world. Now out of nowhere, she has an entire home to manage and it would be pretty foolish to complain.

Since the semester started a few months ago, after every biology class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, their ritual was to go over to Diane’s. Once the door opens, Calle walks down the hall and heads for the kitchen to cook dinner and make them some tea. Thankfully the grandmas have also spent a lot of time renovating the home so the kitchen has up to date appliances. Which excites Calle every time she gets here.

Shay runs upstairs to lay in Diane’s bed for her post-class nap. 

Diane grabs her laptop and sits at the kitchen table while Calle chops onions on the counter. Diane struggles to get her 4c hair into a bun but some strands just didn’t make it.

Calle sends a mug of hot chocolate over to Diane with a wave of her hand and moves to begin chopping green cabbage. Diane happily took the mug and began to sip her drink. Thank you. She mutters as the steam from the drink fog her glasses. “Did you put… chili in this?” 

“Yes. It’s a new recipe. Priya from the old coven told me about it.”

“Well, it’s delicious. Keep making this.”

“Will do!” Calle turned and gave Diane a quick smirk before turning to finish her chopping.

The two girls work in silence for over an hour. Working in comfortable silence. Diane asks, “So, in evolution, there are some parts within the body that are useless now, like our tailbone, remains, even though we don’t have tails so with that idea, my characters; if they’re ancestors had wings, they’d have wing bones? So, with wing bones, I can use the science within my world to bring those wings back. Right?” Diane asks Calle’s back.

Calle turns around waving her knife, “Either way, it’s your own book with its own history. Their history has a different kind of science. Just make shit up. If people don’t get it then, they won’t.” She turns back around and continues chopping.

“But according to Williams, the people within our generation will need to understand and connect with my plot. They need to understand the book and connect with the day to day in order for my book to gain popularity.”

“So say you write a book that conforms to society’s standards and everyone hates the book. Then what?”

“Shut up. You’re right but shut up.” she sighed and turned her head back to her screen.

 “Am I just supposed to write this book for me and only me? What if no one gets it. Everything falls to the majority, to widespread media. So… just… How?” 

“Just write. Let’s figure it out later. Go get Shay. Dinner is ready.” Calle started reaching for plates to set the table.

Diane popped up from her chair and jogged up to her room. Diane walked past three unused rooms until she kicked open her own at the end of the hall.

She threw her body next to Shay on the bed. Shay turned over half asleep and just gazed at Diane. Diane gazed back. The two of them laid there staring at each other, unmoving for a bit. Finally, Diane whispered, “Dinner is ready.” 

“Okay,” Shay replied, both still unmoving. They heard Calle’s feet running up the stairs and the two of them slowly turned away and got out of bed. By the time Calle reached the room, Shay and Diane were heading towards the door, both slightly towering over Calle. She wasn’t even five feet, she coasted at 4 feet and seven inches. Diane was exactly a foot taller and Shay was three inches shorter than her. 

Calle leaned against the door frame and slyly said, “I thought you guys were fucking. I didn’t know if I wanted to interrupt or join in.”

Shay’s eyes widened and she quickly grumbled, “Ha. You would just tell us to stop and go eat your dinner.” 

Diane chuckled nervously, “Yea… no… Shay would much rather go find the nearest man than mess with me.”

Calle just laughed and followed them downstairs. They all sat around the table, Calle already prepared the table for them to eat. They had pots filled with sofritas, chopped scallions, green cabbage, jalapenos, limes, rice, miso soup, soba noodle salad, and cilantro. A plate piled high with tortillas and a pitcher of sake margaritas. Tonight’s dinner was sofritas tofu tacos, Calle’s specialty.

Calle loves cooking and combining both her heritages in every meal, Mexican and Japanese. She finds it a challenge. Both of her parents were born in America and don’t really cook so she learns recipes from her grandparents on both sides and cooks.

The girls sit at the table and pile their plates up and begin to properly stuff their faces.

After a long while of the silence that comes with delicious food, Shay huffs,  and says, “I can’t believe that those idiots I call parents won’t stop drinking.” She takes a big sip of her miso soup before she continues “They argue constantly. I know they hate us, you know, their children almost as much as they hate each other. They made a bad choice when they were young and now they are just miserable drunks who refuse to fucking grow. I don’t want to go back there with them. I’ve spent 25 years taking care of those idiots and hurting myself. I don’t want Leo to have to go through that. I wish we could move out together.”

“How much do you have in savings? Can you get an apartment?” Calle asks, finishing the dregs of her second margarita and pouring another, refilling everyone’s cups.

“Not enough to afford anything near this campus. I can’t afford to pay for gas. I’m just a regular broke college kid.”

“You know you can stay here in this giant-ass house.”

“I thought about it but I don’t know. It would feel a bit weird, right?” 

“No. I want you guys to be safe. Please. I have the space, take it. You too, Calle.” 

“I’ll ask Leo how they feel.”

“Yea, I already moved into a room. I was waiting for you to notice.” Calle got up and grabbed shot glasses.

“CALLE! That’s kind of scary.”

“It’s only been one day. You kept offering, I just silently accepted” Diane shrugs and sips her drink then decides to change the subject. “It’s a good thing we have so much free booze from my Grandmother. Now we can afford to get drunk.” Diane says, raising her shot glass to the other two.

“HERE, HERE! Grandma has booze from everywhere around the world stored in her basement! I love her!” Calle yells, slurring her words a little.

“Your grandmother is a gay goddess and her booze and her home is saving us. Diane, you live in a fucking man-mas-mansion. How many rooms do you have? like eleven? twelve? Is there a pool?” Shay giggles. Clearly happy to move her thoughts away from her difficult home life.

“I do not have a pool and this house has I think ten rooms? I just stick to my own room. I’ve been too busy. There is an art room and a music room and a greenhouse. This place is wild. I swear some rooms just appear”

“THERE’S A GREENHOUSE?!?!” Calle looks up from her plate, alert.

“Yes! It’s at the end of the hall and to the right, near the basement door. I have no idea what those plants are but I water them every day. When I got here, they were dying.”

“What if they’re all mary-j’s!? Your gran is the coolest so I wouldn’t be surprised.” Calle implores.

“I doubt there is weed but I did see a bunch of herbs.”

Shay jumps up and starts heading to the living room, “Sorry, it’s Leo, one sec.”

Diane and Calle began cleaning up the table.

Shay runs back in, “Diane. Can I talk to you real quick?” Diane agreed and they walked outside.

Shay just looked at her with tears in her eyes. “Leo needs a home– like a real home. Dad has gotten so much worse. He drinks so much. Leo called because they found him with his head in a plastic bag. They were scared and  didn’t know what to do so they called me because they thought he’d died. I don’t want them to grow up the way I did. I don’t want them growing up scared and trying to take care of our parents. When I moved out a few months ago, I felt fine because at least i could come home and visit and Leo could come visit me but I want Leo to come with me and at 17, they could just leave bu-”

“But your roommate won’t allow it so you need somewhere for you both to stay. All you had to do was ask or be like Calle and just arrive. Leo is like my younger sibling too. This house is too big for just me.” Diane walked over and pulled Shay into her arms. “It’s okay with me, my love. You guys can stay here. You know I have space.”

“Perfect. I guess it is time for us to go and pack up our things. Our parents were supposed to be out tomorrow so we could come pack quickly. I’ll go tell Leo.” She was tearing up now. “Diane, thank you.”

“Of course, I’ll go call Leo and can you get Luna to be our designated driver? I could grab some of my stuff to start moving in tonight.”

“Uh. Don’t you feel like we are moving too quickly?”

“I don’t know. We’ll think logically tomorrow. Right now we just have to pack.”

“Hey!” Shay turned to see Diane grinning from ear to ear. “Welcome to 32 Orchard Street!”

NJ Draft Two

Written between 2016-2017

Nneka

I’m in a yard, alone. The yard is surrounded by trees, so enormous they touched the sky. Some look like they reach into space. There are these bizarre looking flowers too, that have large petals and beautiful vibrant colors. It’s so comfortable here. I lie down on the grass and the ground is so warm, like I’m lying on a bed. I am looking up at the sky. It  seems to go on forever.

Suddenly,  I’m lying on a bed, in a place that just feels like home. I am not alone now. I hear a woman reading a story. Her voice is warm and soft as she reads.

I am laying in a man’s arms with a little girl who looks like me and a young boy who appears to be  older than me. We are all cuddled up on the bed, listening to this woman read to us. I look up and make eye contact with the boy and in the span of a second, we’re all in the backyard, the same yard where I was lying down in the beginning of this dream.

We are playing with these strange toys and having a blast. The aroma of food fills the air I play with that boy and girl and a few other kids. There are so many other people in the backyard now, it’s a party. I’m having so much fun. We’ve been playing catch. Someone throws the ball to me, I catch it and I hear this alarm so I quickly throw it at the girl who looks like me and she throws it back to me. It starts up that alarm again so I throw it at this other kid, he catches it and throws it straight at my head. I fall down on the ground with my head hurting like hell… and now I’m awake.

 

Stupid kid. I should go back to sleep and make sure his mom puts him on time out!

Shit. I woke up late again. I need to get to class! If I don’t move quickly I won’t be able to buy breakfast. I really don’t want to leave my bed. “Okay, I’m up, I’m moving.” I said to myself aloud. Moving around this damn messy room is the worst. I really need to clean it, but between work and school and my chill time, I hardly have time to keep this place clean. I’ve found clean pants, socks and a T-shirt, thankfully. I’m finished getting ready and in 10 minutes, I’m out the door and rushing into the Deli at the corner where my breakfast is waiting for me.

After class, my best friend Clarice should be waiting for me outside. We’ve been friends since freshman year in high school. It was love at first sight, we instantly knew we were going to be the best of friends. We had almost everything in common. We watch the same shows, play the same video games, read the same books. She is also my only family ever since my adoptive mother, Lauren died. Now it’s just us. We are a dynamic duo.

We walk towards each other and both say in our most regal voices

“Hello, your Majesty.” with a slight nod.

“Might I walk you to your next class, ma’am?” She asks, continuing the regal voice.

“You may walk me to the exit. My class is canceled, my lady” I say, taking her arm in mine and start heading towards the exit.

“Might I say that your hair looks beautiful this fine day” I say, continuing the act, but she drops it when she says

“Thank you. I got it cut. My head of flame was starting to look crazy.”

Clarice has magnificent flaming red hair, pale skin and freckles. Her hair was long and reaching the small of her back and now it’s just touching her shoulders. It looks amazing on her. We’re the same height, an elegant 5’4. We have different body shapes though we share the same size in everything. My shape is more athletic. I’ve taken self-defense classes all my life and hers is more ‘I play video games most days and wrestle my brothers for exercise’. She has 6 older brothers. As you can imagine, my favorite nickname for her is Ginny.

“Well, you’re beautiful as always. Wanna eat before I go to work at the Hole? I could go for a Chipotle date with beautiful woman,” I said speaking normally now because I knew I’d fuck up that sentence.

“How can I ever decline a Chipotle date?”

“Can we go to Hailey’s later? I need to pick up some socks and underwear and a T-shirt. I kinda don’t want to do laundry”

“No! You have a washing machine and a dyer at home. Clean your damn clothes!”

“My room is a mess too.” I mumble

“You better get your shit together this weekend. Your beautiful boss Timothy will be going on vacation so no work. No school. So clean up!” I start laughing. Clarice always looks out for me. I appreciate how much she cares.

“Fine”, I say. “I’ll clean up and you can come over Saturday night for the Day of Binge. And you really need to get over your crush with nerdy Tim”

The Day of Binge is the day we lay around, watch TV shows and eat loads of foods. Every binge night has a different theme. Last time was Sushi Saturday and we watched Mean Girls. This time Slay Saturday so Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Clarice will be doing the cooking.

“I’m not sure if I’ll make it David and Marcy are coming with the kids. I haven’t seen my nephews in so long”

“Really? They never come down. They must have news. What if Marcy is pregnant! What if she has a girl and you finally have another girl in the family.”

“Please, don’t get me too excited”

David is Clarice’s oldest brother. He married Marcy and they have two boys and are trying to have to have another.

Clarice and I head out to run our errands and show up to the Hole just before my shift starts. The Hole also happens to be our favorite bookstore so before I start getting ready for work, Clarice and I dive into our favorite section, teen fiction, sci fi/thrillers. These books are what Clarice and I have bonded over.

 

The Hole is different from other bookstores. It’s crowded with so many books, old and new, but it doesn’t feel overwhelming. It feels comforting. Like being wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of tea on a rainy day. Like you’re safe. This is my favorite place in all of New York. You know what, the world. It’s my favorite place in the whole world. I am so happy to be working here.

 

My shift came and went in a blur of books, boxes and friendly faces. The manager completely ignored me all day, which I am thankful for.

At home, I put on relaxing clothing and attempted to start cleaning up but then I got distracted. I stumbled across the journal that was with me when I was a child. When I was found 15 years ago, I was a young girl alone and crying in Prospect Park with what looked like someone’s journal and pendant. I was told that no one could understand the book so they just assumed it was something I found in the street. I cried when they tried taking the journal or the pendant away so they let me keep them both. A gold chain with a pendant in the shape of a crescent moon and the name Nneka on the back and a black raggedy looking journal. I still don’t understand anything of the journal but I look through it anyway. The journal has all of these drawings of new machines and creations and scribbles around the drawings. I can only make out a couple of words on each page, like the person who wrote it was constantly rushing. I love puzzles and this book is the biggest puzzle of my life. Who wrote this? and why do I have it?

When I look back at my phone, it’s 3 in the morning. I’ve been so into the journal that I didn’t notice the time or that I’ve been playing with my pendant. I get up and head for bed.

Tonight feels strange, I keep seeing things, like the walls changing colors or doors turning into walls.  I obviously need to go to sleep. Before I reach my bedroom door, it turns to a wall, but unlike the other hallucinations, this wall has strange carvings and symbols on it. The wall glows as if it’s breathing. A living wall, I must be going crazy. When I reach out to where the doorknob should be, I just feel the carvings. I glide over all the curves of the wall and I start feeling a warming sensation from my neck and it spreads all through my body. It feels strange, yet comforting. I get lost in it and close my eyes and feel.. wind. Rushing up against my skin. When I open them again, I look down at myself and I’m glowing. The carving from the wall are on my skin, like living tattoos. They wrap around my arms in swirls lashing out in all different directions like a windy storm. I can feel the wind on my skin, like I’m standing in an open field. The feeling and the tattoos leave my body slowly and the wall turns back into my door. I’m left standing there completely confused with the lingering sensations all over my body. Before I can really think about what just happened, exhaustion hits me. I rush into my room and dive into my bed and within seconds, sleep takes me.

I wake with a start the next morning. I quickly assess my surroundings and when my body finally settles, I realize how sore my entire body feels and remain lying in bed for the day.

Clarice calls me in the afternoon to check in with me and when she hears that I’m not feeling too well, she decides she will come over to make me some soup.

A half an hour later, a red faced Clarice is at my door. She has two bags filled with groceries and I already know she is going to make me her “special soup”.

“He tried to grab my fucking arm and your place is still a damned mess!” she says. I let her calm down from being assaulted by some creepy old man before I ask her how her day was. “It was glorious. I got paid, bitch and I am making SOUP!” She responds.

 

“Soup?”

“Soup”

“SOUP!”

“Soup, darling”

 

“Well, sweetheart, let’s get in that kitchen!”

 

We head to the kitchen and start cooking.

Clarice and I spent 2 hours in the kitchen dancing around and singing. Taking breaks to eat ice cream and take swigs of wine. I always enjoy cooking with Clarice. It’s a party with someone who understands you so fiercely. Someone who knows which spices to put into the mixture or the exact amount of time to wait until you know when to taste the soup, just to see if it’s on the right track. Cooking with Clarice is an adventure and an experience. We try new recipes, we spice things up or sweeten it up or just ruin our meal but it’s always a blast.

Clarice and I wind up back in bed with steaming hot bowls of soup and two bottles of wine. We lay there for hours watching YouTube videos until we both fall asleep laughing drunkenly at something Tyler Oakley said two hours ago.

The next morning, Clarice heads out to go see her family and I get ready to start reading that journal again. Time for some chamomile tea and to figuring where the hell I come from. These dreams and now that my adoptive mother’s passing, I feel so alone. I want to know where I come from and maybe this book can help me.

I can only ever make out some of the words within the scribbling mess in this book. It’s usually the words “remarkable” or “shit” and a few words that I assume are names. I can only clearly see is all the details put into the drawings. It’s really beautiful.

The person who owns this journal usually only draws machinery and mechanisms but every now and then, I’m surprised to see they’ve drawn faces. There are so many drawings of this women with almond eyes, a beautiful smile and a lots of curly hair. Her face is round and in every sketch, her eyes are bright and they twinkle. She looks so happy.

I think she could be my mother. I think she and I look similar, or I hope we do because she is stunning. Do I look that good to other people? She and I have the same small, round nose and almond eyes. Our hair even looks the same She could be my mom. Or is that  just wishful thinking. She’s truly breathtaking. I believe the owner of this journal is in love with this woman, whoever she is. 


Late at night when I was a child, I’d open the journal just lay in bed and admire her features. Imaging this woman as my mom, holding my hand and taking me to the park or the zoo. Or I’d imagine her holding me at night lulling me to sleep during a thunderstorm. Lauren wasn’t one for comforting during storms so I’d have to stay in my room alone, imagining.

 

I catch myself doing that now. Thinking about what it would’ve been like to have had a mom who loved me. Someone who played in my hair, took me shopping, sang songs with me. Someone to guide me throughout all of the tough times in my life.

 

I spent 30 minutes staring at this woman’s face, imagining until I finally decided that after all these years of searching through this book, I won’t find anything new.

I’m feeling pretty miserable today, so I decide to turn in for the night and spare myself the pity party. Nevertheless, I take the journal with me. If I’m going to dream, why not dream of another life — one with a real mother.

I get so lost in daydreaming that when I get out of my daze, I realize that I’ve spilled tea on the book. I begin to rush to the kitchen to get some paper towels but after two steps, I feel lightheaded. Like I got up too fast but when I try to sit back onto my bed, I stumble and fall onto the floor with my body feeling hot and my muscles tight. Within seconds, I’m lying on the floor in fetal position panting and sweating. Too dazed from the pain, I realize too late that my necklace is glowing bright yellow. I felt a strong gust of wind just before I went out of consciousness.

I wake with a start, disoriented from what ever happened the night before. It took a moment to realize that I wasn’t looking at my room. That I’m not lying on the floor of my bedroom, where I passed out but on dirt. I get up quickly still analysing my surroundings. Did I sleepwalk to a park? I couldn’t have, right? It took a moment to realize how strange the plants looked. One plant looks like a huge butterfly. It was as big as me and flaming red. Another plant looks like a man-eating sunflower. Most of the plant life here were still green but looked more alive. Patches of grass change colors as they swayed in breeze. Trees so tall it looks like they reach the sky. Neon green poppies, chartreuse roses. Dandelions electric blue and as big as an umbrella were twirling in the air.

I needed to sit down before I passed out again. I sat down, covered my eyes and began to cry. I’ve lost my mind. I am certain. I’m probably locked away somewhere and this is the world I created for myself. At least it’s beautiful, but then again, flowers that big need to be pollinated. As if on cue, I heard buzzing coming from my left. I got up quickly and ran as fast as I could into the opposite direction. Once I passed the first line of trees, I ran into something warm and solid. I looked up to see bright grey eyes staring down at me.

Without a word, he pulled me down to the ground and watched intently  as the buzzing got closer. I refused to take my eyes away from this strange woodland man. Staring at this strange man who could be a murderer. Then again, why would I dream up a murderer. Figuring him out in my mind is better than seeing the source of that loud buzzing. He was only wearing nature green shorts and these odd looking sandal/sneaker mix of shoes. His face along with the rest of his body was covered in mud. My eyes landed back on his shorts, I needed something to focus on. It wasn’t long until I realized that I’ve been staring at his butt this whole time. I decided that the strange patches of grass were much more interesting. 

 

The buzzing sound got softer and my eyes started to hurt from the changing of the grass. The boy turned to look at me. He looked me up and down as I did him. Silently observing each other.

Then I asked, “Who are you?”.

He looked at me for a second longer and turned around and started walking. I quickly ran up to him asking again who he is and what’s going on and why he just freaking walking away but while I yelled and questioned him, he kept walking, silently and unflinching. It wasn’t long until I gave up and started to walk silently along with him. We walked for about a half hour until I started seeing structures popping up along the tree line. He walked straight there and although I was nervous I kept going. It looks so much like a dream I once had. Like I’ve seen this before.

As we get closer, I notice that we are walking into a golden city. At least, it looks golden. When I look closer. I notice that the buildings are made of glass that looks gold from afar. Balls of yellow sunlight glow on each street and reflects off the glass buildings. As you get closer you can see people bustling within the buildings. We walk further into the center of the city, and more greenery begins to appear. The plant life here is different from where I was before. I pause for a moment to look at this rose that is the length of a person and it’s… burping… fire? 

I notice that the strange man has gotten too far head and I rush forward and grab the his arm. Once our bare skin makes contact, a light blueish color starts glowing under his skin. The color starts from our contact and is soon covering  his body. Moving over his and changing in color as it glides over his skin. Something about it reminds me of a snake. As I watch, I notice there is a pattern. The glowing on his skin pulses and the more I stare at him, the more it pulses. I look up at him and instead of the expressionless face I received before, I was given curiosity. His grey eyes bore down on me for a moment longer until he gently pulled my hand away from his skin and smiled.

“I’m Tariro and taking you to my Thema. What name were you given?” he asks. His voice is deep and velvety, warm.

“I’m Nneka. What is a Thema?”, I gave him a weak smile of my own because I can’t hold it back.

“This is my home, Sunbloom. You should not have been in the forest. I know you are not from here, she will help make sense of your arrival.” Finishing his sentence, he turns and continues walking.

I was filled with so many puzzling questions that I just remained silent and followed behind him. Wrapping my arms around myself as if creating a barrier against this strange world.

We walk past people scuttling around and yelling to each other holding papers in their hands and waving the for emphasis. It seems like they are discussing something important. The people here seem to be working harmoniously, smooth as oil. This center is filled with people but it doesn’t feel chaotic. *books, musical instruments, different types of shops, books, libraries, shops, absence of churches, etc.

Tariro leads me up a pathway filled with greenery which goes straight into a grand building the shade of onyx. Before entering this building, I expected to see something from a princess story but the entrance, though it was grand, looked more like an office. There are people in suits and lab coats rushing across the marble floor. No one notices as as we walk to the stairs. I was careful to stay close to my guide as I took in all that was around me. A group of people in lab coats stand facing screens on one wall that is displaying graphs and charts. Another group stood around having a heated argument. Those were the ones in suits so I’m not surprised.

Tariro guides me through the halls of the castle and I quickly lose track of how many turns we are taking but before we know it, we stop outside grand ivory doors and knock.

A middle aged man opens the door, to let us in. His appearance is much different from the people downstairs. He wears a white loose short sleeved shirt and grey pants. His white shirt shows off his strong arms  and the reddish glow that shows against skin, the shade of ochre.

The middle aged man introduces himself as Yuri, Tariro’s father. Tariro and Yuri embrace one another before they both turn to the woman looking out the window. Her gown a ghost white and looked to fit her body type perfectly. Her curves were outlined in the dress in a way that made it look like a second skin to her. Her deep bronze skin stood out against the dress. To top it all off, her hair was in a high bun and her head was guarded by diamonds. When she turned to look at us all, Yuri and Tariro gave her a deep bow and I followed suit. She was so stunning, I couldn’t help it.

 

“And what can I do for you, Tariro?” She says in a cheerful voice. When she looks at me, she quickly drops the smile and looks confused.
“Amara…?” She asks hesitantly.
“No. Nneka…”I answer
“My apologies, you look like a friend of mine.” She looks to Tariro and asks “Why did you bring her here?”
“I found her out in the forest, she looked lost and resembled… her. So I thought it would be best to bring her to you.”
“I thank you for bringing her here, Tariro.”
She looks to the middle aged man in the room and asks “Yuri, could you take Tariro to the dining hall. You both should get ready for dinner. Emem is cooking dinner for us all.”
Yuri puts his arm around Tariro’s shoulder and guides him out of the room.

Now that I’m alone with this woman, Thema, is that what Tariro called her? I stand there as she looks me over for a long while before she finally decides to speak. In the warmest voice she says, “My name is Asali, Thema Asali is what I prefer you call me after we leave this room but as for right now. You may call me Asali. I am the ruler here in Sunbloom. Now that you know a little bit about us. Can you tell me something about you?”

 

“Um… Yea, I’m Nneka. I don’t know how I got here.” I was so entranced by all that was around me since I got here that I forgot how I got here. It’s definitely not a dream. I know that now. “I was at home reading a journal and then my body started feeling hot and I was on the floor… “ I look down at myself, remembering the yellow glow of my necklace as I was lying on the floor. It lays around my neck dormant and cool to the touch. Asali looks at my hand around my necklace and her body gets rigid. “Is that yours?” She walks slowly closer to me and give me a questioning look.

 

“Yes, I had it since I was a child. I- I don’t know where I got it from.”

 

“Come. Come sit with me.” Asali guided me to a couch I didn’t see in a corner near the door.

 

“Dear heart, how did you get here? Where were you before? Please tell me if your journey.”

 

“No. How did I get here?” The reality of the trip set it and my panic starts to rise. “I have no idea. I was in my apartment. I was home and reading and then my necklace.” I glance down at my necklace again. “It.. glew. I was so hot all over and then I woke up here. I was home. How am I here? I was home!” I start to stand. Feeling finally rushing into my body. I could’ve been drugged. How am I here?

 

Asali reaches up for my hand and I quickly pull away. Moving towards the door. “No. What did you do to me!”

 

“I did nothing, dear heart. Please sit down. Let’s talk. Just relax.”
 

“No. I won’t. I don’t know what’s happening.”

“Dear heart, I have an idea of how you may have gotten here.” Asali sighs before she continues, her voice getting warmer. “Your pendant, I’ve seen it before. The crescent moon is a symbol for the House Moon. It’s from a great friend of mine. All descendants of their household have their own. My house is the house of Garnet which is why I carry this stone with me.”

She shows the deep burgundy  stone that was hidden under her gown.

“Now, I am unsure of how you have come to have this pendant but I do know that the most recent descendants of the house Moon were our top scientist. They specialize in studying intergalactic travels and developing the best high end technology for us to move forward within our community and expanding ourselves with other worlds.

My old friend, Mairee, was our lead engineering scientist. She and her husband enjoyed experimenting with traveling. There is a chance that one of their experiments came off world and happened to fall into your care.”

“But… I’ve had this pendant for my whole life. How could I have gotten it?”

“I am not too sure. There are possibilities, it could have passed through a portal

NJ Draft 1

I started writing this in 2014-2015


One


I’m in a yard, alone. The yard is surrounded by trees, so enormous they touched the sky. Some look like they reach into space. There are these bizarre looking flowers too, that have large petals and beautiful vibrant colors. It’s so comfortable here. I lie down on the grass and the ground is so warm, like I’m lying on a bed. I am looking up at the sky, it  seems to go on forever.

Suddenly,  I’m lying on a bed, in a place that feels like home. I am not alone now. I hear a woman reading a story. Her voice is warm and soft while she reads.

I am laying in a man’s arms with a little girl who looks like me and a young boy who appears to be  older than me. We are all cuddled up on the bed, listening to this woman read to us. I look up and make eye contact with the boy and in the span of a second, we’re all in the backyard, the same yard where I was lying down in the beginning of this dream.

We are playing with these strange toys and having a blast. The aroma of food fills the air as I’m playing with that boy and girl and a few other kids. There are so many other people in the backyard now, it’s a party. I’m having so much fun. We’ve been playing catch. Someone throws the ball to me, I catch it and I hear this alarm so I quickly throw it at the girl who looks like me and she throws it back to me. It starts up that alarm again so I throw it at this other kid, he catches it and throws it straight at my head.I fall down on the ground with my head hurting like hell… and now I’m awake.

 

Stupid kid. I should go back to sleep and make sure his mom puts him on time out!

Shit, I’m late again. Now I have to get out of my warm and comfortable bed and go into the cold, cruel world where there is school. I hate school. Most of my classes are boring and the students are as dull as the teachers, but the world says you must have a degree to be successful and since I haven’t figured out exactly what I want to do as yet, I’ll stay in school.

After school I have work, which isn’t that bad. I work in at The Hole, it’s such a quaint little cozy store. 

Clarice, my best friend, is  like family as well. Now that my adoptive mother, Lauren has died. We weren’t really close. I always felt like she took me in because she wanted someone to give her legacy to. So she took me in when I was little and I have no idea who my real family is. Maybe if I did have family, someone would yell at me to get out of bed.

I should really start moving but… 5 minutes won’t hurt. My bag is packed and I know what I’m going to wear so it’s only a matter of putting everything on and doing my hygiene routine, which involves brushing my teeth, taking my hair out of the bantu knots, finger combing my curls to perfection, lotioning up and putting on deodorant. I shower at night and lightly lotion myself in shea butter before bed. I can’t manage the art of makeup which is just fine for me if I’m able to get more sleep. Well, 4 minutes now and I’ll get up. I really need to clean the apartment. This whole place is filled with books. I have no idea why I still haven’t gotten a bookshelf. Books litter the floor along with dirty clothes and tissues. It’s like I collect tissues from places. I always take loads and stuff them into my bag and they end up right on my floor.


One day this week, I will clean and it will be life changing. Luckily, I’m not bringing home any lucky bachelors. Mostly because I don’t want strangers coming into the home that Lauren bought for me. Even though I grew up feeling disconnected from not only my home but the world too. Just not feeling like I belong but before Lauren died, she bought me my own home. It’s a huge apartment in Brooklyn. She let me choose the apartment. I loved Brooklyn when I was a kid because it was always so calm and relaxing compared to Manhattan where our home was. Now that everyone wants to live in Brooklyn it’s becoming more like Manhattan and I absolutely hate it. I believe Brooklyn is a place to be cherished which is why Lauren bought this place for me, so that I could cherish it.

Lauren bought me a home in a place where I would be most comfortable and died 3 weeks after. She was the only family I’ve ever known and when she passed, she left me her money, her art, her homes which has never meant anything to me. I give the money away to charities or helping out the people in my neighborhood. Trying to make sure people keep their homes. I wish Lauren could see how much her money is helping other people. She would be glad.

With that thought, I‘ll get up with my two minutes to spare and start my day. I quickly get dressed and do my hygiene routine. I take a few extra minutes admiring myself. My eyes a dazzling bright green with specks of honey brown. My curly hair, a lovely mix of black, dark brown and a golden brown, which is actually cooperating with me today. It must be my lucky day. In about 15 minutes, it’s time to go to my favorite Deli and pick up my breakfast and lunch. Walking into Ahmad’s, which is what I call the Deli at the corner of my block. Ahmad is an old wrinkly man with almond brown skin. I believe he and his family, who also work in the store, are from somewhere in the middle east. Every time they tell me where I instantly forget the name. Every weekday, precisely at 7:20, Ahmad readies my food for the day. He makes me a bacon egg and cheese and an avocado BLT. I swear it is they are the best ever made anywhere. Completely made of magic and I get to start everyday off with it. Ahmad’s son, Mohammed, is the first to greet me “GOOD MORNING, BEAUTIFUL!” He said loudly with his arms outstretched.
“Good morning, handsome”, I return his greeting, arms outstretched. I walk to the counter and ask “how are you this morning? Where’s Mr. Ahmad?”.
“He and my mother are celebrating their anniversary but before he left, he made your food.”
He said with a charming wink.

Mohammed is a little older than me. I’d say maybe early twenties. If I’m honest, he really is rather handsome. He has beautiful big brown eyes, high high cheekbones and a jawline strong enough to take on the hulk. He is nice and cute and engaged to a very beautiful woman who looks like Priyanka Chopra. Good looking people always get together!

Internally sighing, I say “May Allah bless that man and your parent’s marriage. Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” He says
“Here is your food, tea, water and all your fruits. Ready for you. You’re late, you better get going, young lady. You can’t be late for class. I’m so happy to have already graduated. Sucks for you. That will be $10.”
Handing him the money. “Here you go, thank you. And not all of us can be as fortunate to be as old as you”, I say chuckling at my own stupid joke.
“Well, at least you’re catching up. You’ll get that degree really soon, kid”
Laughing, I grab the food and thank him and head for the train.

Two

I have the longest train ride. It’s about two hours until I get to school. Which is enough time to have breakfast. I enjoy catching up my reading on my morning train to school. I am a huge bookworm. I enjoy reading sci/fi fantasy books. With those crazy dystopian worlds where things are completely fucked up but people still have hope. I enjoy the escape of reading. Trains are so relaxing as long as there’s n-
GREAT a morning preacher. Exactly what I need while I’m trying to enjoy my train ride. Time to put on my headphones.

Class, as always is mind numbingly boring. I’m in math right now and I have the worst teacher. He enjoys yelling at students when they don’t understand a question and getting overly excited while doing a math problem. I sit in class doodling and counting down the minutes until I’m free from here until next week. After class, my best friend Clarice should be waiting for me outside. We’ve been friends since freshman year in high school. It was love at first sight, we instantly knew we were going to be the best of friends. We had almost everything in common. One thing is that she is a huge gamer and the only game I’ve ever played is sims, I love all that control of people. Creating a family of my own is great too. Clarice is more into mario kart and zelda and a bunch of other games I can’t remember the names of. Plus, she isn’t as obsessed with books as I am but she does read all the books I recommend to her and I do try to play video games even though she always wins. We are a dynamic duo.

Finally class is over. I spot Clarice in the hallway and we both instantly do a dramatic bow which briefly stops the crowded hallway. We walk towards each other and both say in our most regal voices “Hello, your Majesty.” with a slight nod.
“Might I walk you to your next class, ma’am?” She asks, continuing the regal voice.
“You may, my lady” I say, taking her arm in mine and start heading towards my next class.
“Might I say that your hair looks beautiful this fine day” I say, continuing the act, but she drops it when she says
“Thank you. I got it cut. My head of flame was starting to look crazy.”

Clarice has magnificent flaming red hair, pale skin and freckles. Her hair was long and reaching the small of her back and now it’s just touching her shoulders. It looks amazing on her. We’re the same height, an elegant 5’4. We have different body shapes though we share the same size in everything. My shape is more athletic. I’ve taken self-defense classes all my life and hers is more ‘I play video games most days and wrestle my brothers for exercise’. She has 6 older brothers, as you can imagine, my favorite nickname for her is Ginny.


“Well, you’re beautiful as always. Wanna pick me up after my next class? I could go for a chipotle date with beautiful woman” I said, regularly now because I knew I’d fuck up that sentence.
“How can I ever decline a chipotle date? but don’t you have your lunch or will that be moved to dinner today?”
“Dinner, can we go to Hailey’s later? I need to pick up some socks and underwear and a T-shirt. I kinda don’t want to do laundry”
“Ni! You have a washing machine and a dyer at home. Clean your damn clothes!”
“My room is a mess too.” I mumble
“You better get your shit together this weekend. Your beautiful boss Timothy will be going on vacation so no work, no school. So clean up!” I start laughing. Clarice always looks out for me. I appreciate how much she cares.
“Fine”, I say, I’ll clean up and you come over Saturday night for the Day of Binge and you really need to get over your crush with nerdy Tim”

The Day of Binge is the day we lay around, watch TV shows and eat loads of foods. Every binge night has a different theme. Last time was Sushi saturday and we watched Mean Girls and this time Slay Saturday so Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Clarice will be doing the cooking.

“I’m not sure if I’ll make it David and Marcy are coming with the kids. I haven’t seen my nephews in so long”
“Really? They never come down. They must have news. What if Marcy is pregnant! What if she has a girl and you finally have another girl in the family.”
“Please, don’t get me too excited”

David is Clarice’s oldest brother. He married Marcy and they have two boys. Two year old Peter and five year old David Jr.. So far, There have only been boys in their family. Leaving Their mother, Clarice and the in laws. They’ve all been hoping for a girl but are still insanely excited just to have a new baby.

The rest of the way to class, we think of baby names for the possible new baby girl. Reaching the door, I’m overjoyed to see that the teacher is absent today. “Yes! I get to leave early! Time for the weekend. Er. Kind of. After work, I guess.”

Three

 

Clarice and I head to Hailey’s, which is the closest clothing store to our campus. I quickly grabbed new socks and underwear while Clarice scolded me the whole time, telling me that I need to do my laundry. Then tells me that I should eat my lunch that I bought this morning instead of buying chipotle. I ate my avocado BLT and saved my chipotle for my dinner. 

 

We show up early to the Hole which also happens to be our favorite bookstore. We arrive before my shift starts so no one will bother me while Clarice and I dive into my favorite section, teen fiction, sci fi/thrillers. These books are what Clarice and I have bonded over. 

The Hole is different from other bookstores. It’s crowded with so many books, old and new, but it doesn’t feel overwhelming. It feels comforting. Like being wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of tea on a rainy day, like you’re safe. This is my favorite place in all of New York, you know what, the world. It’s my favorite place in the whole world. I am so happy to be working here. 


Clarice and I wander around the store, remembering our book ban because we have way too many books that need to be read. We bump into Charlie, my co-worker who is always a bit mean to me. I don’t understand why. We work together on Thursday nights and he purposely leaves extra work for me or he would play music that he knows I hate and does it all looking completely polite. I try being nice to him since it’s only us two on Thursday nights. Sometimes I’d bring him food or compliment his hair when he dyes it wild colors, which is almost every month. I also try VERY hard not cursing him out when he makes me stay late due to his incompetence during that work hour. He is only like that when we are alone on Thursdays. Every other day, he would say something nice or completely ignore me. Today, he is nice. He notices Clarice and I and says “Hello, ladies. I’ve found a book that you both will love. It has romance and aliens and alternate dimension. You two will love it!”

“OMG! That sounds great”, Clarice says, “lead the way”

Charlie and Clarice rush off to find the book and I stay, absently organizing the books Charlie left in the aisle.

 

My shift came and went in a blur of books, boxes and friendly faces. Charlie completely ignored me all day which I am thankful for.

At home, I heat up my chipotle and make a cup of tea. The end of the day is always my favorite. No more responsibilities. Just walking around with no pants or bra and streaming shows. Who could ask for more?

Ms. Lauren hated when I walked around in a t-shirt. She used to say that I look like a woman in a playboy magazine. She said it as an insult but I’ve always taken it as a compliment because those women are absolutely beautiful.

When I’m finally settled into the couch and halfway done with my dinner, Clarice texts me telling me that I need to clean my apartment. As much as I’d love to stay in this comfortable state. She is right. I need to clean. I finish my food and start cleaning.

 

 I clean for an hour. Dancing and singing around the place. It’s time to organize my bookshelf. I have books scattered around my entire apartment. This is ridiculous. I’m not sure how to organize them, by color, by series, or alphabetically. I should really get a new bookshelves. I can already tell these books won’t fit on 4 bookshelves. It’s close to midnight and I’m almost done organizing, I’ve decided to go by series. 

I come across the book that I was with me when I was found in Prospect Park at 4. I was found crying in the park with a necklace and a book. The book looks like it was someone’s journal. I was told that no one could understand the book so they just assumed it was something I found in the street. I cried when they tried taking the journal or the necklace away so they let me keep them both. A silver necklace with a pendant in the shape of a crescent moon and the name Nneka on the back and a black raggedy looking journal. I still don’t understand anything of the journal but I look through it anyway. The journal has all of these drawings of new machines and creations and scribbles around the drawings. I can only make out a couple of words out of each page, like the person who wrote it was constantly rushing. I love puzzles and this book is the biggest puzzle of my life. Who wrote this? and why do I have it? When I look back at my phone, it’s 3 in the morning. I’ve been so into the book that I didn’t notice the time or that I’ve been playing with my necklace. I begin packing the rest of the books in front of a bookshelf and head for bed.

Tonight feels strange, I keep seeing things, like the walls changing colors or doors turning into walls.  I obviously need to go to sleep. Before I reach my bedroom door, it turns to a wall, but unlike the other hallucinations, this wall has strange carvings and symbols on it. The wall glows as if it’s breathing. A living wall, I must be going crazy. When I reach out to where the doorknob should be, I just feel the carvings. I glide over all the curves of the wall and I start feeling a warming sensation from my neck and it spreads all through my body. It feels strange, yet comforting. I get lost in it and close my eyes and feel.. wind. Rushing up against my skin. When I open them again, I look down at myself and I’m glowing. The carving from the wall are on my skin, like living tattoos. They wrap around my arms in swirls lashing out in all different directions like a windy storm. I can feel the wind on my skin, like I’m standing in an open field. The feeling and the tattoos leave my body slowly and the wall turns back into my door. I’m left standing there completely confused with the lingering sensations all over my body. Before I can really think about what just happened, exhaustion hits me. I rush into my room and dive into my bed and within seconds, sleep takes me.

Four

I wake with a start the next morning. I sit up quickly checking my surroundings and my arms. Everything looks as it should. I relax and reach over the bed to turn off my weekend alarm and lay back in bed. I stayed in bed for a an hour until I realized how hungry I was. Getting out of bed took more energy than usual. My body feels sore all over. My muscles are wary as if I was carrying a heavy load all night or doing squats I decide to make cinnamon & brown sugar oatmeal for breakfast. It’s less work. Oh! And yogurt! Oh! Let’s make a smoothie too! And some tea and some water. 

It takes two trips from the kitchen, but when I’m finally settled again in bed. I dig into my huge breakfast and watch Buffy the vampire slayer on Netflix.

I finish the season 2 when Clarice calls me. When I pick up the phone she is talking loud and fast about a crazy plot twist in a book she has been reading. She sounds excited and breathless with a tinge of anger because she swears authors write books just to fuck with you. She talks for 3 minutes straight then stops to ask about my day. I tell her that I’m sick and been in bed all day. once I finish she says that she is on her way.

In a half hour, a red faced Clarice is at my door. She has two bags filled with groceries and I already know she is going to make me her “special soup”.
“He tried to grab my fucking arm!” she says. I let her calm down before I ask her how her day was. She says, “It was glorious. I got paid, bitch and I am making SOUP!” 

“Soup?”

“Soup”

“SOUP!”

“Soup, darling”

“Well, sweetheart, let’s get in that kitchen!”

We head to the kitchen and start cooking.
Clarice and I spent 2 hours in the kitchen dancing around and singing. Taking breaks to eat ice cream and take swigs of wine. I always enjoy cooking with Clarice, it’s a party with someone who understands you so fiercely. Someone who knows which spices to put into the mixture or the exact amount of time to wait until you know when to taste the soup,just to see if it’s on the right track. Cooking with Clarice is an adventure and an experience. We try new recipes, we spice things up or sweeten it up or just ruin our meal but it’s always a blast.

Clarice and I wind up back in bed with steaming hot bowls of soup and two bottles of wine. We lay there for hours watching YouTube videos until we both fall asleep laughing drunkenly at something Tyler Oakley said two hours ago.

 

Five

 

The next morning, Clarice and I are hungover and spend most of our time chatting in between us dozing off. By afternoon, we finally decide that we should get out of bed and head to our favorite diner, Jimmy’s. Jimmy’s is a family owned diner, Jimmy and his two kids, Becky and Warren, LOVE us. Every time Clarice and I come to the diner, they know exactly what we want once we come in. Sometimes, they would surprise us with the different recipes they’d like to try out. Then they’d sit down and talk to us for hours about the food and whatever new thing is happening in our lives.
It’s exactly what we need this morning because we feel gross. We are only a bit hungover but it’s the kind of hungover that makes me feel woozy walking on the flat ground.

Once we step foot into the diner, we are being embraced and hear exciting voices saying our names and asking how we are. When we are released, we get escorted to our usual booth. Before we can even ask, there are glasses of water and tea on the table. Within 10 minutes of us sitting here, we’ve talked about school, the bookstore and the rude man at table 10. Jimmy has given us his new creation, we decided to do a twist with the traditional fish and chips. He tried to make it spicy by adding curry to the batter but something went wrong because the fish is green without the flavor of curry. The people at the West Indian market just gave him green powder and not curry powder. I’m not even sure if this green powder is edible. After Clarice and I finished a whole cup of water and realized that the green powder is in fact edible, Jimmy gets us bacon, eggs and apple pie with ice cream on the top. As always, Jimmy makes the BEST apple pie. It’s made from scratch and with the freshest apples from the nearest market. For hours, we eat pie and drink tea and crack jokes about the old asshole who lives above the diner. When we finally leave, it’s closing time for the diner and Clarice and I head to our separate homes. 


When I return home, all I want to do is lay in bed and relax but I know that I need to finish cleaning the house. Before I begin cleaning, I order a new bookshelf and obviously new books. I don’t need any new books but I want them. I can definitely get them half price from work but I’m deliriously tired and for some reason, I feel like I NEED these books.

 The first place I clean is the kitchen, Clarice and I cleaned up a lot of the soup from last night but knowing us when we are drinking, we love late night snacks. It looks like we made grilled cheese sandwiches. I don’t remember making them but I do remember eating them and declaring them the best things we’ll ever eat in our lives. After the kitchen is clean, I go back to the messy stacks of books on the floor. Although there is no place to put these books for two days until the bookshelf comes, I need to be able to walk around the apartment without tripping over a book. I’ll create three clean stacks against the bookshelves and leave that raggedy journal from last night aside. It’s too valuable to be stacked with everything else.
Stacking the books was quicker than I expected. Time for some chamomile tea and some late night “figuring where the hell I come from”. These dreams and now that my adoptive mother has passed away, I feel so alone. I want to know where I come from and maybe this book can help me.

I can only ever make up some of the words within the scribbling mess in this book. It’s usually the words “remarkable or “shit” and a few words that I assume are names. I can only clearly see is all the details put into the drawings. It’s really beautiful.

This person doesn’t just draw machineries and mechanisms, they also drew faces. There are so many drawings of this women with almond eyes, a beautiful smile and a lots of curly hair. Her face is round and in every sketch, her eyes are bright and they twinkle. She looks so happy.
I think she could be my mother. I think she and I look similar, or I hope we do because she is stunning. Do I look that good to other people? She and I have the same small, round nose and almond eyes. She could be my mom. Or is that  just wishful thinking. She’s truly breathtaking. I believe the owner of this journal is in love with this woman, whoever she is.


Late at night when I was a child, I’d open the journal just lay in bed and admire her features. Imaging this woman as my mom, holding my hand and taking me to the park or the zoo. Or I’d imagine her holding me at night lulling me to sleep during a thunderstorm. Lauren wasn’t one for comforting during storms so I’d have to stay in my room alone, imagining

 

I catch myself doing that now. Thinking about what it would’ve been like to have had a mom who loved me. Someone who played in my hair, took me shopping, sang songs with me. Someone who told me not to go out with Hillary last year. She was the craziest person I’ve ever dated. She tried to physically fight me a few times during our relationship for small things like what movie we should watch or what to eat for dinner. Always a slow debate then she went for all out war. I wish I had someone other than Clarice to tell me she was an absolute nutter.

I spent 30 minutes staring at this woman’s face, imagining until I finally decided that after all these years of searching through this book, I won’t find anything new. I am feeling pretty miserable today, I’ve got cramps and pain in my back so I know that my period will be coming soon. I make myself some raspberry tea and start heading to bed. I also take the journal with me. It won’t hurt so why not have dreams of having a beautiful mother.


I get so lost in daydreaming that when I get out of my daze, I realize that I’ve spilled tea on the book. I begin to rush to the kitchen to get some paper towels but after two steps, I feel lightheaded. Like I got up too fast but when I try to sit back onto my bed, I stumble and fall onto the floor with my body feeling hot and my muscles tight. Within seconds, I’m lying on the floor in fetal position panting and sweating. Too dazed from the pain, I realize too late that my necklace is glowing bright yellow. I felt a strong gust of wind just before I went out of consciousness.

Six

I wake with a start, disoriented from what ever happened the night before. It took a moment to realize that I wasn’t looking at my room. That I’m not lying on the floor of my bedroom, where I passed out but on dirt. I get up quickly still analysing my surroundings. Did I sleep walk to a park? I couldn’t have, right? It took a moment to realize how strange the plants looked. One plant looks like a huge butterfly. It was as big as me and flaming red. Another plant looks like a man eating sunflower. Most of the plant life here were still green but looked more alive. Patches of grass change colors as they swayed in breeze. Trees so tall it looks like they reach the sky. Neon green poppies, chartreuse roses. Dandelions electric blue and as big as an umbrella were twirling in the air.

I needed to sit down before I passed out again. I sat down, covered my eyes and began to cry. I’ve lost my mind. I am certain. I’m probably locked away somewhere and this is the world I created for myself. At least it’s beautiful, but then again, flowers that big need to be pollinated. As if on cue, I heard buzzing coming from my left. I got up quickly and ran as fast as I could into the opposite direction. Once I passed the first line of trees, I ran into something warm and solid. I looked up to see bright grey eyes staring down at me.


Without a word, he pulled me down to the ground and watched intently  as the buzzing got closer. I refused to take my eyes away from this strange woodland man, staring at this strange man, who could be a murderer, then again, why would I dream up a murderer. Figuring him out in my mind is better than seeing the source of that loud buzzing. He was only wearing nature green shorts and these odd looking sandal/sneaker mix of shoes. His face along with the rest of his body was covered in mud. My eyes landed back on his shorts, I needed something to focus on. It wasn’t long until I realized that I’ve been staring at his butt this whole time. I decided that the strange patches of grass were much more interesting. 

 

The buzzing sound got softer and my eyes started to hurt from the changing of the grass. The boy turned to look at me. He looked me up and down as I did him. Silently observing each other.
Then I asked, “who are you?”.
Not where am I because, dream, duh. That’s where I am. He looked at me for a second longer and turned around and started walking. I quickly ran up to him asking again who he is and what’s going on and why he just freaking walking away but while I yelled and questioned him, he kept walking, silently and unflinching. It wasn’t long until I gave up and started to walk silently along with him. We walked for about a half hour until I started seeing structures popping up along the tree line. He walked straight there and although I was nervous I kept going. It looks so much like a dream I once had. Like I’ve seen this before.


Seven

 

This strange man guided me into what looked like

 

Life.

I am so fucking sad I am kinda numb. Life has been a bit of a hurricane that I have been trying to contain but maybe I shouldn’t? I don’t know.

 

My best friend Mariam Gallier has died and I have no fucking idea why or what the fuck happened because there is a police investigation and her mother has been ghosting me. I would appreciate more information about her and her life leading up to her death but no such luck.

Mariam and I were the kind of friends who were soulmates all throughout high school and then a bit after and then we because two very different sides of the same coin. We used to always be on the same page but then we became opposites. But she and I still had love for each other. Did I get mad at her sometimes? YES! But god did I love that girl. She was the first actual best friend I ever had. We would go to barnes and nobles after school and find stacks of books to sit and read and see what we would buy. She and I were huge foodies and would find new food places to explore. Doctor who lovers, comic readers and we could tell each other absolutely anything. She was a phenomenal and loving person and the inspiration for the novel I have been writing for six years.

She and I were talking one night and thought about how cool it would be to be in a society where getting tattoos wouldn’t stop you from getting a job or living a great life and then we thought that it would also be cool if these tattoos could show you who your soulmate was (because we were also obsessed with soulmates).

I know I am rambling but I am grieving!

She was my rock when I was kicked out of my parent’s house and while I was dealing with my alcoholic and abusive father. She was always there for me and made my heart melt. I was there for her amid family issues and etc. As friends do and I will always be grateful for her and her love. I am so happy that I was loved by such an amazing person and this just hurts so much that I will continue living a life where people I know and love will not know her. My kids will not meet their aunt Mariam which breaks my freaking heart.

I hate that while dealing with this pain, I also have to deal with this damn virus. I know that it may sound selfish but can you go away while I grieve because now my anxiety is going up the walls to the point that I feel nothing and then I speak about my shit and then my world just tumbles down.

To get through all this junk, I am trying not to guilt myself about the things I do or don’t want to do. I just want to roll in a ball and run and be left alone. I am a ball of scrambling emotions and I have no idea what to do with it but to just roll with the stupid punches.

I also do not want to go back to my stupid ass job as a stupid barista. I love my coworkers but I do not like the work. I want to work doing things that I enjoy instead of feeling miserable at work, too tired to write after. It just sucks.

I need money to pay off my bills because I have no side money and a bunch of bills to pay. I hate working at that damned place. I want to figure out a way for me to start making money while doing something I love so I am going to start sending out queries for my novel. I figure it is a good time to start putting myself out there and maybe it would help out my anxiety and stress during this time because I don’t even know what else I am supposed to do.

 

I am also so sensitive and vulnerable right now. I feel like a walking and talking opened wound. This feels incredibly shitty and I just want to be wrapped up in someone’s arms like a baby until I feel less, vulnerable.

I think I am going to leave it here. It is late and I am drained. Tomorrow is her memorial and I have no idea how I am going to handle it.

 

I am going to start posting old drafts for the story I am writing. The story I have is completely different now but I think it would be nice to look at my old drafts where Mariam was more present in my stories. I am also going to continue my 32 Orchard Street stories to get my head focused on something.

I hope you’re all well and in good health. Wash your hands.

25 Days of Christmas- Day 4_candy canes

I am doing a 25 days of Christmas using the characters from 32 Orchard Street.

Now these stories will most likely be unedited every time I post. They may be incredibly short or incredibly long and most likely grammatically incorrect. If you see something, feel free to say something or just read along.

This is my way of challenging myself to write. I am doing this for myself and I also wanted to share with you all because these characters are close to my heart. I am still finding their voices and how they are and I believe that in doing this challenge, I will find it. I am so excited about this and I hope you guys enjoy!

Merry Christmas!

Don’t forget! I am also doing vlogmas! Check my channel!

 

 

“Did anyone go grocery shopping?!” Luna yelled up to the seemingly empty house.

“No! Everyone has been busy!” yelled a voice similar to  Leo’s.

“I just moved into a home with an empty fridge? What is this? Hell? I am starving and it’s freezing out!” Luna mumbled to herself.

Luna found herself rummaging through the cupboards  and refrigerator in order to find herself something to eat.

In the end, all she found was ingredients to make something but nothing to just throw into the microwave and eat. There was flour, soy milk; but no cereal, flax seeds, leftover rice, and sugar. She could make cookies but to stand in this kitchen and cook. For hours! No thank you!

She decided to heat up some rice and pour herself some soy milk. Before she headed upstairs to her room, she found a bag of candy canes left over from decorating the tree. She brought it upstairs for good measure.

 

Yep! Soy milk, rice and candy canes has to be the meal for today.

25 Days of Christmas- Day 3_ snow

I am doing a 25 days of Christmas using the characters from 32 Orchard Street.

Now these stories will most likely be unedited every time I post. They may be incredibly short or incredibly long and most likely grammatically incorrect. If you see something, feel free to say something or just read along.

This is my way of challenging myself to write. I am doing this for myself and I also wanted to share with you all because these characters are close to my heart. I am still finding their voices and how they are and I believe that in doing this challenge, I will find it. I am so excited about this and I hope you guys enjoy!

Merry Christmas!

Don’t forget! I am also doing vlogmas! Check my channel!

 

 

Today shall be short, for I forgot about it and I am exhausted. Prepare yourselves for a few sentences.

On this snowy night in, we lay here in bed hoping hoping nothing will change.

On this snowy night in, I look over and lean in closer to her, buoying the warmth of her skin touching mine.

On this snowy night in…waves of her frat reach my nose and I promptly kick her off.

There is no amount of love that can withstand a fart from a vegan that was fed a nondairy meal. I can smell the dead animals from her farts.

Cute snowy night in is done.

Until she calls me back laugh and apologizing and the smile of Shay brings me back to the bed. That we’ve been sharing. For hours. Just watching the Harry Potter movies from the start.

We return to bed. Candles freshly lit. Now we relax once more.

Shay and Diane.

The dynamic duo.

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS- Day 2_hot chocolate

I am doing a 25 days of Christmas using the characters from 32 Orchard Street.

Now these stories will most likely be unedited every time I post. They may be incredibly short or incredibly long and most likely grammatically incorrect. If you see something, feel free to say something or just read along.

This is my way of challenging myself to write. I am doing this for myself and I also wanted to share with you all because these characters are close to my heart. I am still finding their voices and how they are and I believe that in doing this challenge, I will find it. I am so excited about this and I hope you guys enjoy!

Merry Christmas!

Don’t forget! I am also doing vlogmas! Check my channel!

 

Hello. This entire story was written on receipt paper. It was pretty dead at work when I realized I didn’t write a story.. so let’s go!!!

“Shay is still being so horrible. She is acting like I was the one who told her off about us being witches.” Diane says to violet. They were laying on Diane’s bed in their undies. They’d just came back from shopping and were caught in a snowstorm. The best idea both had was to remove their clothes and just lay in bed. They’ve been home for over an hour enjoying the warmth of the room and the comfort of being vulnerable with a close friend. They’d chat or browse on their phones.

 

“I’m sure she was just scared.” Violet responded distractedly. Her phone still in her face, her upper body half off the bed.

 

“I get that she was but why would she speak like that!” Diane shot up angrily.” Never apologize and then refuse to have a rational conversation with me?!”

 

“Do you not know your hot headed best friend?” Violet deadpans. Still hanging off the bed focused on whatever was on her phone.

 

“Yes but usually she  will calm town a bit. Enough for us to just talk but she’s been so shit lately”

 

“Well, so have you…”

 

“Yes!… But because she has been so mean. I just hate it!” Diane slumped back into her pillows.

 

“Well, she is a Scorpio…”

 

“That doesn’t mean she can ignore my feelings. What she said really hurt and she refuses to acknowledge it. Even Leo says she’s wrong.”

 

“Leo is always the voice of reason.”

 

“I want to talk to her again but I also want her to just say she’s sorry.”

 

“Good luck with that.”

 

“So I have to be the bigger person?”

 

Violet finally sat up and put her phone down. She looked at Diane and said, “No that isn’t fair to you. I think to you should wait until she apologizes. If what she said to you was that hurtful then as your best friend, she should apologize. Otherwise, it’s not worth it.” With that, Violet declares her need to pee and left the room. Leaving Diane to think about whether or not she and shat will ever get over this.

 

Hours later, Violet knocked out on Diane’s queen sized bed. Diane made her way downstairs in she and Shay’s matching Doctor Who tee shirts. They bought them at comic con a few years back and it’s been the best pajamas. Who doesn’t love a good tarsus tee?

 

She made her way into the kitchen. The only stream of light was from the living room. Someone forgot to turn off the Christmas lights. She swore she’s turn them off once she had her chamomile tea in hand. As she walked into the kitchen, she was surprised to see that it was occupied.

 

Shay sat sipping something  at the kitchen table. When she noticed Diane, her eyes widened, shoulders tended but soon they relaxed.

 

She got up from her seat, grabbed a mug from the closet, scooped some liquid from the pot on the stove and topped it with coconut whipped cream and cinnamon. She came back to the table and placed it in front of the seat next to her, indicating to Diane that she should sit down. So Diane did. Before sipping, she sniffed and silently mumbled a charm spell to ensure Shay wasn’t poisoning her. When she knew it was safe, she took a sip. Warm delicious chocolatey goodness spread through her mouth. The warmth spreading through her body. Shay was staring the entire time. Both of them lit by the moonlight streaming from the windows and the Christmas lights in the other room. 

 

After sometime of silent sipping, Shay said “ Diane I am so sorry for what I said.bit was wrong. I’ve been so stubborn. You mean the entire world to me and I know I hurt you. I knew what I said and did was wrong but I was just blinded by hurt and anger. I know you’ve been trying to protect us. I’m sorry. Shit. Thanks for not kicking Leo and I out of your home. I was such an idi-“

 

“Hey! It’s okay. I love you too. Thank you for acknowledging  my feelings. And I’d never do that to Leo” they stopped laughing. “Thanks for the hot chocolate by the way.”

 

Diane reaches over to hold Shay’s hand and they both sat holding hands and chatting like nothing’s happened.

 

25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS- Day 1_STAR

I am doing a 25 days of Christmas using the characters from 32 Orchard Street.

Now these stories will most likely be unedited every time I post. They may be incredibly short or incredibly long and most likely grammatically incorrect. If you see something, feel free to say something or just read along.

This is my way of challenging myself to write. I am doing this for myself and I also wanted to share with you all because these characters are close to my heart. I am still finding their voices and how they are and I believe that in doing this challenge, I will find it. I am so excited about this and I hope you guys enjoy!

Merry Christmas!

Don’t forget! I am also doing vlogmas! Check my channel!

 

December 1: Star

“Alright, kiddies! It’s time for us to decorate the tree!” Calle yells from the top of the stairs.

 

Diane and Leo sit in their living room sipping their hot chocolates. The pair of them have a deep love for Christmas. They wear matching pajamas that Shay gave them two christmases ago and enjoying 25 days of christmas on Freeform. The house has already been decorated with christmas lights in each room and the hallways on all three floors. The bathrooms, couches, kitchen and some bedrooms now have christmas decor. Shower curtains, rugs, dish towels, wash cloths, soap dispensers, throw blankets. You name it, there is christmas on it and all due to these two christmas lovers.

 

“FINALLY! We have been waiting for too long.” Diane says bouncing off the couch in excitement and catching the bucket full of ornaments Calle sent flying down the stairs.

“It was a nice thought waiting until Violet and Luna before we got to the tree butI love having the tree up right after Halloween. It’s weird enough not being able to celebrate with our parents,” Leo said sighing

 

“I’m sorry about that kid,” Diane says as she reaches to put Leo just as a flying wreath zooms at her head.

 

“Calle, stop floating things around the house if you can’t see where it’s going. That wreath almost knocked me out!”

 

“Sorry. That’s the last of everything your grandmother had. Now all we need is a tree!”

 

“Shay said she will pick them up on her way home.”

 

“I just hope she picks a good tree. Last year she picked up an old, ragged tree and we were just stuck with the ugly little thing. I hope she has learned her lesson,” said Leo.

 

 

There was a knock at the door and Diane went to answer. 

 

“Hello, my  gay witches! I have arrived! I come baring ornaments, stars and some sweet treat!” Luna says all warm smiles. Her crimson afro stood out. She did her makeup today in a wild and beautiful way. Her eyelids had green eyeshadow with diamond studs rounding the brow to the lid. Her lips were a dark brown and her skin was just glowing. Luna’s makeup is always flawless so there is no surprise but Diane and Leo decided to gush about her look anyway.

 

Calle made her way downstairs and slammed into Luna showering her with hugs and kisses and taking a few boxes from her hands.

 

“Thanks, y’all know I always finesse. Violet will be here in a second. She was doing some code or something  in the car and refused to leave until she was done.” Luna shrugged and glided into the living room and began placing the new items in the room, Calle and Leo trailing behind.”

 

“OKAY! Since I was rudely abandoned in the car! How dare you, LuLu. I thought you loved me.” Yelled Violet from the doorway. She gave Diane a quick hug.

 

 

“I do love you. I am just incredibly impatient.” Luna already started eating the cookies she brought in. “I love you loads and look, you weren’t abandoned for too long! You can still help me unpack.”

 

“No thank you. I still haven’t finished my work. Diane, I will be in your room. Just call when Shay arrives. I will help with the tree.” she soon ran upstairs and they all heard the door slam behind her.

 

“Well Lulu, there is hot chocolate in the kitchen. I’ll get you a cup.”

 

“Add some bourbon, please! Make it strong.”

 

“Yep. The way you like your women, I get it.”

 

“You know me so well!” Luna squealed, picking up yet another cookie.

 

Diane strode in with bourbon in hand, pouring a hefty amount for Luna, then stirring it up and finishing it off with some whipped cream. Luna took it and took a big gulp and sighed gratefully. While Diane and Calle took shots.

 

“Where the hell is Shay?” Leo asked them.

 

“I don’t know, why don’t you text her.” Luna said taking yet another huge gulp.

 

“SOMEONE BETTER LET ME IN! THIS SHIT IS HEAVY!!!”

 

“And there she is!” Leo chuckled.

 

They all got up to help Shay. Diane called up to Violet and within thirty minutes, everyone was in the house and forcing the tree into the stand and trying to angle it perfectly within the room. They’ve decided to put the tree in the corner to the right of the TV so that it can be seen while sitting down on the couch. Violet finally came downstairs and excitedly showed them all what she’s been working on. 

 

“I wanted to make this experience fun this year and on the way here, I thought of something really really cool. She placed an object on the center of the coffee table, stepped back and started typing something on her computer. 

 

And then… stars… 

 The entire room exploded in stars, close enough for them to touch. The room was filled with stars dying and being reborn and in the background, “All I want For Christmas Is You” by Mariah Carey played on. 

 

Leo and Shay began to cry, holding each other up and Diane already mastered the ability to kill the stars and another would take its place, she was doing it with such joy. 

 

They all stood around playing with them all until finally, they looked up to Violet and went to hug her. She made their first holiday together special.

 

After all the tears were wiped, they all because to decorate their christmas tree. They stuck to no theme, they simply gathered all of their favorite pieces and put them on the tree. They arranged Diane grandparent’s christmas train set under the tree then moved on to decorating the room the leftover lights and garland. By the time they finished, the living room looked like a Winter Wonderland. 

 

They ended the night with the curtains closed, the Christmas lights on, Violet’s stars still glowing around the room. Mugs in each hand and Home Alone on the TV.