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I was on the bus and I was drinking and I saw a goblin. I didn't say anything to the goblin. My head feels so funny.
I toss my head to the left seeing a white floaty thing, What was that? Probably nothing. I'm just in bed after the field trip. I scratch my stomach. I think I'll get up now.
I sit up straight in bed and lay back down huffing. "Who are you?" I grip my sheets on the side of me. "Get out!"
I hear a knock at the door along with raspy breathing. Aril comes in, "Mokiri?"
"Get him out of here!" I scream. Aril comes to my bed and tries to loosen my grip. "Mokiri let go of the bed. What's wrong?"
"T-the African!" I'm stammering, biting my tongue. I taste my own blood. Oh no…
"Get the african!"
"What African?"
"The one right there--STOP TOUCHING ME!" I feel his hands on my toes. They're rough and callous, cold and hard. "GET OFF ME!" I kick my feet. I pull the bed sheets off my bed. "ARIL!"
"MOKIRI! Stop, Stop, Stop!"He has my hand in his but I feel like I need to pul away. "Get off me! GET OFF ME!" I face Aril and my heart and my blood pressure are low. Why are his eyes black? Why does he have horns? "Aril…"
"Mokiri! Get up!"
He tries to pull me out of bed but I fight him. Aril throws me out the bed and scurry to get up. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
The figure stares at me. Like the goblin on the bus. "GET OUT!" I yell. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" I snatch the lamp off the table and throw it. It hits him but he keeps staring at me. "ARIL!"
"Enough!"
S L E E P
That's what I heard. I fell to the floor. "You were supposed to have dinner."
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This muthafucka been stalking the shit outta me like we friends or some shit. Imma deck him.
"Mokiri?" Shabana calls me. "What!" I snap. I can't take my eyes off this African. "And!" I cock my head to the side. "You a fucking bitch!"
"Mokiri what are--"
"NIGGA SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN!" I boost out my seat. "You can't do shit! Little eyed bitch!"
"Mokiri sit down." Shabana fans the air. "DON'T TOUCH HER!"
"Nobody is touching me!
"You real fucking nasty doing that shit! What the fuck is your problem?" I jump on the table. "And!"
"Mokiri--"
"Is there a problem over here?" asks Miss Duffy. "Mokiri sit down."
"Sit dow, but this bitch can walk about half ass naked--" I bgawk at the african. "And! You probably come out the village; you dirty ass stupid--"
"Mokiri!"
"I heard about her outburst."
"Jump then you scary nigga. Jiggaboo!" he hisses at me. "I don't aboiut non- of that shit!"
"Oh my… is she still drunk?"
"The whole bottle was empty ma'am." I hear Aril. "I'll break yo whole back. I don't care about nobody!" I jump off the table.
Y o u k i l l e d t h e m. Y o u w i l l k i l l a l l o f t h e m.
"There you go! Talking like an African…" my chest is burning. "Nigga suck my dick!"
"My word… I'll have to have her shot."
V A M P
His mouth is everywhere. Mouths in his shoulders, arms, legs, forehead. His fingers curl over themselves. He sticks his tongue out and it reaches his hallow stomach.
Y O U W I L L K I L L H E R
He points at Shabana's back. "Mokiri please!"
"Girl you don't know. This scary ass thing is telling me shit and--"
Y o u r m o t h e r l i k e d h e r o i n
"My mama is not a crackhead!"
"What's wrong with her?"
Tables are laughing at me. But they see what I see. "Fuck you!"
Y o u r f a t h e r p u s h e d h e r
"STOP TALKING TO ME!"
"Bruh I love these drunk ass niggas!" somebody cackles. "She finna flip!"
F I N D Z O E Y
"Zoey…"
"Mokiri!"
"What about Zoey--Where is she?"
F O R E S T
"MOKIRI PRETTY GAINS." I turn. Why do they have guns on me? "She's a crackhead!" somebody snorts.
I'm not a crackhead.
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I was escorted out the dinning hall and guided towards the back of the plant. Outside you can see the woods and beyond that is the river--no, that was back the other way.
"Mokiri. We need to talk about your behavior." says Ms. Duffy. She's a woman about five eight, I'm guessing. She looks kinda of short. Ms. Duffy has big pig tail spiraling across her shoulders. "What's wrong?" Im dumbfounded.
"Who were you talking to?" she cocks her head.
"Him!" I point to the left. "He keeps following me and you yelling at me."
"I'm not yelling at you--"
"You are!"
K I L L H E R
"SHUT UP!" I yell to the side of me. "Mokiri, you are drunk!"
"So!"
"I'm proud of you!" I feel like I'm in the principal's office again. She sits down at the desk between us. "You are drunk. What you are seeing is an Obayifo."
"Fuck you!" I spit. "NIGGA DON"T THROW UP ON ME!" I hop out my seat. "Sit down. We discovered other way to become a vampire. Pain. Is one."
"What?" I swish my head. "Are you in pain Mokiri?"
"No…" I look around the small office. "I think you are. Why are you drunk?"
"I--" I don't know. "I was told by an anonymous ear and eye. That you are no longer a werewolf."
"I'm not…" I hate saying it. "Mokiri, we have your mother. You tried to escape and Simisola got shot."
"What do you want?" Let's skip the bullshit.
S I M I S O L A N O T D E A D
"Don't tell me about my sista…" I wave my hand. "What about my mother…"
Ms. Duffy leans back in her chair with both hands on the arm rest. "Why?"
"She's my mother."
"She's a crackhead. You come from crackheads."
"No the fuck I don't!"
"Yawa was only Muslim after a drug overdose, didn't you know your father used to get high off his own supply?"
"I should bite you…" I glare.
D O I T
"Do it…" she's not afraid. Honestly I don't know what to do.
"I do…" she says. "You're a nigga. I'm white."
"And?"
"I could take you to freedom. This is the underground after all…" she smirks.