CHAPTER ONE

 

FAREWELL 

Morning was marvelously perfect, a cutest woman standing with in restroom with worried on her face. Her name was Hadassah di vu Thomas Thompson, twenty-five, amber eyes, noir puffy hair to her neck into a bun. Wear a khaki dress, long-sleeved hooded coat, and lower noir shoes. Next to her was a pregnancy tester, as she looked into a mirror worrying. To continue, Hadassah's Holy Bible was next to tester on the counter. Her British man from an essential little country England, Denmark walked in the restroom. 

"Morning, Hadassah. Is everything all right? And is there any awesome news?" He asked. 

"Nah. Emmanuel. I suppose I am worried too mu-!" Hadassah paused. 

Emmanuel looked down at the pregnancy tester and yelped in overjoy. 

"Jesus! Girl! I cannot believe this! Lastly, God has blessed us with a child, man!" Emmanuel shouted. 

Hadassah glanced at the tester and found out that her husband was telling the truth. Overwhelmed with gladness, she bounced on her husband's arms with joy as he hugged her tightly. 

Emmanuella with his gorgeous wife discovered themselves in the ultrasound lab. Their medical doctor was checking the position of the child. Returning home, the name Mile was on their wall. 

Nine months later, Hadassah was relaxing on the couch watching a singing sitcom and was singing along while munching on popcorn. Her husband walked into the mansion with a McDonald's burger for his wife and their child, whereas Hadassah wailed in pain. 

"Hadassah! Hold on, I am here. Relaxed, I am going to take you to the hospital immediately!" Emmanuel panicked. 

He lifted his wife and rushed her to the hospital.  

Three years later, Hadassah gave birth to a gorgeous girl child, golden amber eyes, curly noir hair braided into double Cornrows style. Mile wears a red long-sleeved sweater, jeans, and sneakers. 

Mess was everywhere in the kitchen, spilling tomato sauce, spaghetti everywhere. Even as Hadassah discovered herself on the table with her daughter Mile. She was pleading with her to munch her food or something. 

"No mama! I want Papa to feed me please!" Mile insisted. 

"Farewell, mama. And right, right, right. And I am sure your Papa is on his way here right now as we speak, " Hadassah chuckled. 

"For real? And all right then I will eat, " Mile giggled. 

Hadassah cooked an African dish, her daughter's favorite meal, and was now feeding herself. To go ahead, Hadassah was suffering from a mental illness, depression expression was always on her face, and the sickness was getting worse. 

Emmanuel marched in, looking at his wife who was lost in thought. 

"Evening girls. And what seemed to bother you, girl one, mon Cherie?" Emmanuel asked. 

"Um-er, I am just exhausted that's all. I was thinking I could-! Never mind I won't do that to my only daughter." Hadassah insisted. 

"Cherie, I am sure whatsoever you decide, I will support you. I mean for goodness's sake; I want you to be normal and well. Not worse!" Emmanuel answered. 

"Exactly. I know that you want the best for me, but I love both of you so much." Hadassah signed. 

"I know, Cherie, but your audiences are asking about your whereabouts. And it seems as if they miss your gospel angelic vocal voi-," Emmanuel paused. 

Both were interfered with by their child's vocal voice of her new lyrics. They exchanged their glances in shock. 

*Monarch of monarchies. Jesus. Your kingdom reigned forever more. Monarch of monarchies. Jesus. Your kingdom reigned forever more. * Mile giggled. 

Mile kept singing her song over and over as both parents were shocked that their only child has that kind of a powerful angelic vocal voice.  

"Papa! Lastly, you are here! Come on, would you mind if we go play with my toys, please?" Mile asked.  

"Correct. Let us go play, Cher!" Emmanuel answered. 

Emmanuel lifted his daughter out of her seat. Moments later, both were playing together with toys. Hadassah came downstairs from upstairs as she called Mile's name. 

"Mile, girl! I am sure it is shower time!" Hadassah signed.  

"No, mama. I want a Papa. And you promise, " Mile reminded. 

Hadassah glared at her child with shock. 

"Now, now, Hadassah. And do be furious with her, she is only a child!" Emmanuel gulped.

Emmanuel watched his wife walking away upstairs with a scoff.

Emmanuel Thompson, thirty, golden brunette eyes, noir haircut, and beard. He wears a white long-sleeved shirt, grey pants, and noir shoes.

Around that same time, Hadassah was in the bathroom of their master chamber. She opened a door that has drugs with life threatening razors. Tempted to choose any of them, but she resisted the enemy's temptations.  

Hadassah commenced to hum her daughter's new lyrics tune as she smacked the drawer's lid shut.  

“No, Hadassah. Must you not do this for your own daughter and only child,” she signed.  

Downstairs, Emmanuel was carrying little Mile to bed gently. His wife's voice sounded in the kitchen.  

“Cherie, I am rushing to the store to buy some milk. There is no milk.” Hadassah responded. 

“Excellent. And see you later, Cher!” Emmanuel whispered. Hadassah rushed towards the exit and out of her family sight.  

Emmanuel was humming his daughter's new lyrics to bed. He was putting his hand across his daughter's innocent face.  

Outside minutes later, Hadassah finds herself on their mansion’s doorstep with cold milk in the bag. She was about during the doorbell, but something put her back and she found herself struggling with what to do.  

Hadassah put down the bag with milk inside, rushed back to the car to her car close the door shut and was crying bitterly. 

Hadassa loved her family so much, especially her only daughter, but she had no choice but to do such an abomination of hurting her gorgeous child.

In tears she turned on the engine of her car and drove away lamenting her eyes out. At the entrance, Hadassah left a letter on the handle of the milk that says; 

— “Forgive me Emanuel. And it seems as if I had no choice but to visit the therapist to make myself normal. And you are right that I love singing. Forgive me for leaving you to raise our daughter alone. Hadassah—”  

Emmanuel came outside when he discovered his wife taking long. He was looking in a further distance for any sign of his wife returning.  

Later, he looked down to his right and saw a milk bottle in a paper bag and a letter.  

“Jesus Christ! Silly, girl! Return soon, Cherrie. And beware in the mighty name of Jesus.” Emanuel scoffed.  

After he had done reading the letter, he marched inside with the milk in the bag. 

Eleven decades later, after school in Mississippian High School.  

Mile Thompson, thirteen, an irresistible breathtaking, enchanting, unbelievably cute, and gorgeous. She has golden amber eyes, curly noir hair braided into double Cornrows style. Wear a red long-sleeved sweater, jeans, and sneakers. She is tiny and a mixed Afro British American girl.  

Mile found herself looking at the cutest boy in her school. 

Judea DuBois Alexander van Thermopolis, seventeen, four years apart, British boy. He has dark amber eyes, and noir brown hair. Wear a noble navy long-sleeved shirt, Christmas tie, suits, and winter boots.

Mile was standing in front of her locker in school, waiting for her best friends to come. Monica, Chloey, Mahalia, and Jasmine.  

Monica vat Potter and Chloey var Patton, were fifteen and sixteen of age, irresistible gorgeous British girls. They have brown eyes, and noir caramel hair. Wear a noble Bluesky long-sleeved shirt, Christmas sweater, suits, and boots.  

Mahalia Barbosania and Jasamine Bellefonte, were sixteen and seventeen of age, irresistible gorgeous American and Native-American girls. They have caramel and hazel eyes, and noir and very noir hair. Wear a noble long-sleeved shirt, khaki sweater, khaki pants, and sneakers. 

Judea looked at Mile who shrugged away shyly.

“Noon, Mile. Are you waiting for your friends?” Judea asked. 

“I supposed. And today it is my thirteenth birthday, so they pleaded with me to walk with them back to my house.” Mile signed. 

When Judea was about to ask her some more questions, she was pushed hard on the school’s hallways ground.  

“Out my way losers. Would you kindly just stop flirting with my man!” Clarence roared.  

“Clarence? And would you kindly tell me what do you want with me this time? I mean what is your problem?” Mile signed. 

Excuse you? Am I hearing someone talking to me?” Clarance scoffed.  

“Heard her Clarance. Leave her alone!”  The male's voice interefered. 

“And are you all right, Mile?” Judea asked.  

Mile shrugged away as she ran away in embarrassment and in tears, out of sight while Clarance laughed her eyes out.

Mile was in her grandmother’s bowling palace mansion. Her friends gather around for her thirteenth birthday party. Her greatest-great-great-grandmother brought a box filled with valuable letters.  

*Happy Birthday, Mile. Happy birthday, Mile. Happy birthday, happy birthday. Happy birthday, Mile. * All sang.  

Everyone cheered and I applauded her. Esther, her greatest-great-great-great-grandmother, handed a precious gift to her.  

“Mile, child, this box was left by your father. And inside they are awesome letters.” Esther signed.  

Mile took it fast, opened it, and read a letter with her father's name on it. 

— “Dear Mile, mon Cherie. If you are reading this that means I am going to be with my Yahuwah. I wish I could say a little bit longer to celebrate your thirteenth birthday, But God's plan was not mine to make. He has called me home. To tell you the truth, your mother is still alive trying to make herself better because she was ill. Believe me if I tell you child. Um, your mother loves you so much and will return once she has been restored to oneself, girl. I wish I could tell you who I am—I mean the real me, but I was forbidden by your greatest-great-great-great-grandmother to unrevealed my identity and farewell. Emmanuel—.” Emmanuel’s voice sounded as Mile read.

Mile’s tears dropped out down to her cheeks as her grandmother hugged her very tightly.  

“Grams? My, my mother. Is she truly alive?” Mile asked. 

“Correct. I am sure your mother is alive and healthy but, on my defense, your Papa did not want me to tell you about it yet. I mean until on your thirteenth birthday.” Esther nodded.  

“Huh, my mama is still alive!” Mile laughed.  

All Mile was over the moon when she read of her mother being alive. All night, her friends, relatives, and even more people rejoiced on her birthday celebration party cake. Laughters with endless conversations roam, games such as bowling, music, and much more. 

CHAPTER TWO

 

 

MESSAGE

Charming, perfected man-covered blood discovered himself falling from heaven unto the frozen earth. He was in his thirties, wearing a white messy garment, his face was covered in bruises, curly short black hair, beard, barefoot, and whatsoever man was but his eyes were like a burning furnace of fire. After he remained laying on the cold earth ground, he stood up, while the courageous dog barked at him. He dusted himself and marched away on Tucson, Arizona sidewalk till it started to pour cats and dogs endlessly. Moments later, I came out of the store, with a lot of groceries, and I bumped into the same peculiar man.

"Jesus! Man, are you all, right? And I am so sorry about that. Forgive me-!" I paused.

He looked at me for a moment before he would answer me, he began to push away telling me to "Not one of them! Run away Watchman", till I looked around where I saw three people start shaking uncontrollably. 

I picked up my scattered groceries, climbed into my car, and drove off out of their sight. To tell you about myself my name is Mwamba Mercy, twenty-seven, African cutest man, curly black hair, brown eyes, I wear my black coat with white line, white long sleeves sweater, jeans, and lower brown shoes.

Aroud that same hour, elsewhere unidentified charmed and perfect man too collapse from the sky that late magnificently full moon stormy rainy night in Namibia. His dark garment is torn to the right side of his shoulder, bold burn and bruises bold head professionally cut beard, and seems in his thirties. Covering in nothing then his blood, bruises all over, and burned marks on his face with hands. Whereas he roared furiously as locusts came out his mouth, the moment he turned to grimaced in my direction. Whereas a flashback showed off what was the cause peculiar man discovered himself on the cold golden sandstorm earth.

Lucifer became so impressed with his beauty, intelligence, power, and position that began to desire for himself the honor and glory that belong to God alone. The sin that corrupted Lucifer was self-generated pride. Lucifer gave himself to pride, so he became rebellious against the Lord God Almighty. God saw the pride in Lucifer’s heart. And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought back and his angels, And prevailed not; neither was their place found anymore in heaven. The great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called that devil, and Satan which deceiveth the whole world: he was cut into the Earth and his angels were cast with him (Revelation 12:7/Ezekiel 28:7).

Mindset spiritual conflicts or ‘warfare is one that some Christians find challenging and even difficult to consider. However, one must consider the truth: By choosing to ignore that the devil exists and that his sole aim is to ruin us, we set ourselves up to fall victim to his ploys. In particular, his use of lies makes us doubt God and His promises over us’- search in Wikipedia.

    Sandstorm engulfed forsaken scorching barren desert that late evening, slaughtering any lives in its path.

Back to minutes later after I was out of the man's sight, those three shaking people came to a complete stop, having the same clothes, and the woman seemed the same but with sharp canine teeth. Describing their appearance, the color of their skin was pale, claws painted noir fingers, normal noses, and their eyes were normal but seemed as if they were owned.

"Michael? Is that you are that you? And what are you doing here?” she asked. 

"Dominion! I have come to give him the message from the Living God Almighty of all living things," Michael answered. 

"Message? Message to whom?" Dominion asked. 

"I cannot tell you that. This message is only for the chosen. Have you forgotten that the anointed must first have this kind of vision? He is watching us at this moment!" Michael replied.

After Michael refused to answer the female Dominion's question, he furiously roared at him as swarms of flies came out of his mouth, still, Michael was unshakeable in front of him. 

Around that same hour in the morning, a man in his thirties, bald, and with a beard collapsed to the earth that early morning after I woke up from the nightmare, wearing professional clothes and having friendly eyes. He came walking in front of the incoming car, two unbreakable couples were on their way, and saw him standing in front of them. Though they honked at him to move and shouted for him to get out of their way, still, he did not even budge. When the car came crashing onto him it went flying into the air as they screamed in fear the car exploded in flames with them both burnt to ashes. Thankfully, Jesus, for they were faithful Christians coming from church’s fasting prayer and were heading home to be with Christ. Till I opened my eyes.

'Christ! Jesus, that was such a nightmare. And it gives me the creeps. I didn't even know what the dream meant,’ I thought.

Coming out of the warmth of my blanket, I went to exercise for some pushups for a few minutes in the manga-house of my old best friend Rebekkah. Returning into the house from the gymnastic room, marched into the bathtub, and took a warm shower. Moments later I came out of the shower, scrubbing lotion on myself. I put on my white long-sleeved sweater and hooded army coat, jeans pants, and golden boots. Till I walked out of my chamber downstairs and walked, towards the outside exit, in my car, and was out of the enormous mage house sight.

Night came by fast after returning from the store,  have no milk in the house, so I went to buy. At lead to have time to eat breakfast fast in the morning. I put on my sleep clothes after I have done munching on my warm tea, African donuts, and I became exhausted because I was full. Heading  further,  my old best friend and my direction of the unidentified secret organization labrarian agency, was inviting to  lived with her instead of myself after my heart got torn apart. 

Unidentifiably woman is murdered in a remorseless way when I walked up to it, and a flashback of what happened to her came to mind the moment I touched her lifeless body. Her wide-open pale blue eyes, caramel curly hair, and an American woman. Wearing a messy clean white dress, a long-sleeved blue sweater, a torn hooded coat, and lower heels shoes.

I overheard the ambulences wailing and helicopter hovering.

Moments later, what I saw and met in the dark even was an unthinkable unidentified man shown in the deepest dark woods who have lifeless brown eyes as he roared furiously. 

I woke up dumbfounded that early in the morning, marched to restroom, shower, brush my teeth,  and came out of it wearing new clothes. I marched downstairs, out the exit and was in my car aheading to my old friend palace like mansion.

At that time, one of the detectives saw a trailer of blood, following deeper within the thickest forest, and want she met face to face with something unimaginable.

Miles, twenty-five, mixed cutest irresistible luminous gorgeous African American woman. She has golden dark amber eyes, a thick hooded police coat with the word “security” on it, khaki jeans, and protective boots.  

Miles saw the headless bodies of women, and their heads seems to disappear out of sight. After something unidentified knocked her hard to the floor, shadows looking like human figures bounced on her and held her as their host.

"My name is Legion: for we are many." Miles's demonic voice.

"Christ. Miles there you..."Nathaniel 

Whereas the possessed Miles turned around, unleashed her revolver, and opened fire at Nathaniel.  

Nathaniel Chanton, thirty-five, cutest irresistible American man. He has golden-brown eyes, a thick hooded police coat with the word “security” written on it, jeans, and protective boots.

Opening gunshots as Nathaniel yelped in agony. Natan rushed to hide behind the tree, bullets from Miles’s gun flew in his direction, and Nathaniel did not have any chance to open fire at her.

"Miles. You are seriously misunderstood. And why are you quoting the Biblical sentence “my name is legion: for we are many”?" Nathaniel asked.

"Meaning in Mark 5 versus 9 “And he asked him, What is thy name? And he answered, saying, My name is Legion: for we are many.”  Miles answered.

"That is it. And you are dead whatsoever you-gah!" Nathaniel roared.

Opening gunshots sounded, Nathaniel screamed in pain.

"My, my, Nathaniel my dear. Be careful about what you wish for." Miles said.

Nathaniel's followed CIS heard gunshots and screamed as they encountered the possessed open fire at Nathaniel's chest seven times. Whereas they did not have a choice, but to open fire at malicious possessed Miles. Two detectives watched both Miles and Nathaniel breathing their last breaths.

Piere Hoodia, forty-seven, cutest irresistible American man. He has emerald eyes, a thick hooded police coat with the word “security” written on it, noir jeans, and protective boots.

Bartholemew Nazareth, twenty-five, cutest irresistible American man who had a deep crush on Miles. He has amber eyes, a thick hooded police coat with the word “security” written on it, blue jeans, and protective boots.

"Jesus. Would you tell me please, Piere? I am misunderstood here. And what is going on?" Bartholemew blinked.

Pointing the direction.

Piere mouth dropped when he saw the merciless headless corpses being reaped apart. 

"I have no idea, Bartholemew. Seems as if this forest is cursed. And would look at headless corpses over there." Piere answered. 

Piere turned around toward the direction that Bartholemew pointed and saw twelve headless corpses.

Jesus, Barth. And you might be right. Please, let us get out of this place before you know what comes for us!" Piere continued.

Both men rushed out of the cursed place they were standing on after they told the other that they had found other clues and murdered one of their members who were possessed.

I opened my eyes as I yawned with confusion about the vision I just had.

Elishiba was discontinued by the phone call as she answered immediately.

Whereas she was shocked to hear a familiar voice that sounded on her phone.

"Bartholomew, is that you?" Esther asked.

"I supposed so. And I am calling to tell you that we need Mwamba’s help with this unthinkable cold case." Bartholemew answered.

Esther was seriously dumbfounded evenmore after she had heard Bartholemew's panicking voice.

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

NEWBIE IN TOWN

Heading further, Esther was seriously confused after Bartholemew mentioning my name and they need my help with case. 

"Mvuela's help with the case? And would you mind telling me your reason? Esther requested.

"Twelve headless corpses were found lying dead in the thickest silhouetted wood. His old best friend Miles was possessed by something menacing, that caused her to murder Nathaniel without mercy. Going further, Piere and I did not have any choice but to open fire on her. Huh-uh, before she would turn against us." Bartholemew replied.

"For real. Miles is dead?" Esther blinked.

"Right, she is dead. And we have done an autopsy on her body, and it seems as if she was hit by Nathaniel’s gun’s bullet through the heart twice, but she did not fall." Bartholemew answered.

"And that is where you discovered Miles being possessed by something malevolent menacing?"  Esther asked.

"I agreed. And I am overhearing breathing air coming out of Dawson’s corpse. Ridiculous, right?" Bartholemew chuckled. 

"That is interesting, but it is not ridiculous, Bart. And I thought you just came from saying that Miles had something malevolent menacing, shot by Nathaniel’s gun bullets twice in the heart, but she did not fall. Am I right?" Esther requested.

"Right." Bartholemew said.

"Excellent, then I am guessing whatsoever that it is repairing Miles’s corpse that it might rampage on the ravenous murdering spread. And for Mwamba, I will try to talk some sense into him. Well, to see if he is going to help you.

"Awesome. And I cannot wait to see him in action again. He is still not over heartbreaking over that jerk of the girl named Natasha?" Bartholemew scolded. 

"That is right, Bart. And thank you very much for giving me this information. I have to go now." Esther laughed.

"Farewell, then Esther. The pleasure is all mine." Bartholemew nodded. 

Esther switched off her phone after seeing consumers walking into the entrance of the enormous mega-gigantic mansion.

   All of them marched towards the counter to paid their fees and head to the bowling lacating section.

Mile woke exhausted the next morning after overhearing her grandmother’s voice calling her.

— "Morning, Jesus, morning birdies. First, Jesus, I say thank you for protecting me last night. Furthermore, you protect my mama and my best friends that I am going to meet in school. Continually, I am just a mixed Afro British American girl, and my skin color does not bother me at all because we all were created in your image. Well, I just pray to you to protect me from wicked friends and lead me to the best new friends who believed in You. And well, I already met them, well I just want You to protect them and me. In your mighty name, I prayed. Amen—" Mile prayed.

Esther Thomas was in her fifties, African American, and great-great-great grandmother to Hadassah, brunette eyes, a long-sleeved sweat sweater, jeans, and low heels shoes.

Mile, girl. Are you still asleep? I mean school is about to start. Um-er, you're going to be late!" Esther requested.  

"Hold your horses, Grams. I am coming down there. Let me rush to put on my clothes, because I shower last night." Mile responded.

"Right. And that is going to be awesomely great," Esther nodded.

Mile come down stairs instantly. Her cat Meads layed down on her bed. Morning.

"Meads. And how are you being?" Mile asked.

"I am doing fine. And what about you?" Meads asked.

"I am awesomely breathing. And I have to go down because my grandmother is calling me." Mile replied.

Mile Rush down below to meet her grandmother.

"Grams. I am ready supposed." Mile responded.

"Excellent. Tell me child are you racing this morning before class?" Esther requested. 

"I am," Mile giggled.

"Christ, you reminded me of your mother. She used to race too before going to her first period in school, " Esther signed.

"For real?" Mile blinked. 

"Correct. And this afternoon I having guests. Besides I was call but another particular unidentified woman with British accent last night. I mean she was pleading with me if she would wanted to meet you after school." Esther answered.

"I am sure that it's going to be fine with me I guess." Mile answered.

Mile need her grandmother farewell Christchurch the exit and was Auto site out of sight. Mile found herself riding or scooter to school.

Heading through her school's hallway on her to the racing field at school. Continually, Mile discovered herself with four of her best friends at the school's racing field.

Mile was benting down on one knees on a noir race track, both hands on it ground, and wait for Monica to count to ten.

Mile was wearing a mask with noir, white,  and yellow mixed colors, a green t-shirt, and noir sweat pants,  and sneakers. Her hair was into two Cornrows style as always.

"Here we go. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten! Go! Run!" Monica shouted.

In a distance, Judea was watching her with his jerks of friends.

Neither they have any idea if Mile would even run that fast then them or anyone in a tracking field championship as them, but all three of them were wrong.

"My, my would look at Vomiting Girl preparing herself to run!" Judea chuckled.

All two of his friends snickered in laughter, Mile has crushed on him, but he doesn't seemed to care about her.

"I am sure, Mile just trying to express you. And I am guessing she a deep crush on you!" Jason laughed.

"Not even close! I mean she is not my type!" Judea scoffed.

"Liar. And if she is not your type, then why are ever here?" Madison of his friends asked.

"Not telling you. Besides,  it is none of your business, man," Judea signed.

"Huh-um," Jason said. 

Instantly, Mile run in a fastest speed that made all three eat their words.

Elsewhere round that same hour,  a unidentified boy was standing in front of attender in the school's attendance office.

"Morning, Mwamba.  And welcome to Mississippian High School. And I hope you have fun in your periods as a newbie in town's student in Mississippi." Said the woman. 

"Trust me, misss, I will. I have a lot of overwhelming joy!" I answered.

Redeem was about to continue asking me questions,  we discontinued by a girl walking in the attendance office.

Redeem Smarts was in her twenties, scarlet long-sleeved sweater, suits and a suit skirt to her knees, and lower heels shoes.

"Pardon me, Miss Smarts, but where did you find this kind of cutest boy?" Claire asked.

"Claire, have you no shame? I am working het for crying aloud!" Redeem scolded.

I laughed my eyes out hard, as I watched Claire rushed out the attendance office fast.

"Jesus, that girl. Always gives headaches with her curiosity!" Redeem signed.

"No, harm done, Redeem!" I chuckled.

I could not stop laughing hard though Redeem was not happy with the way she scolded Claire.

After that,  the first bell rang, Mile and her friends arrived in their first period class. Five hours later at two thirty p.m,  the girls were in the last musical period that Mile is not found of it.

Everybody were in their last period in high school. Mile was sitting in the front row of the class Judea sat far behind on the third seat next to Clarance. Judea wad glaring at Mile,  but she did not paid him any attentions. I guess that she had enough of Clarance's humiliation, and have decided to have nothing to do with him.

Mile watched everyone going in front to sing in her musical last period class seat by seat in the first roll, whereas soon it going to be her next.

"Next it is going to be you, Miss Thompson. Apart from that,  class, I would love to introduced you to our newcomer, Mwamba Mercy!" Mesuer Cornrows announced.

All of my new fellow students cheered and applauds for me with welcome joyous.

Mesuer Cornrows told me to choose any seats where I met face to face with the girl that torn my heart apart, sitting next to the cutest boy. I went to sit in a front seat next to Mile. "

My, my, if it isn't Thompson. Please,  try not to burf!" Clarance laughed.

"That is right. We do not want to clean after you. I mean your mess afterward, do we?" Madison teased.

Madison Cruz, fifteen, irresistible cutest Mexican American boy. Wear a basketball t-shirt, a amber color sweater, hooded coat, khaki pants, and shoes. He has dark brown eyes and noir blonde hair.

 "Evening, e-e-everybody. And to-to-to-to-today I am going to sing this new really I wro-wro-wrote-burf! Cough, cough!" Josan mimicked Mile's stutters.

"All of you are right. The-the-the title of my song is Mo-Mo-Monarch of mo-mo-monarchies!" Judea snickered.

Mile was even more nervous as she watched everyone of her class roared in laughter.

"Enough, class! And Miss Thompson are you ready?" Mesuer Cornrows asked.

"That is right. Mor-morning everyone. Today I am-I am going to sing my song. Um-er, this time I am sure of-burf! Cough, cough!" Mile coughed.

All of her classmates roared in laughter when they saw her vomiting in front of the all class in embarrassment. Not even one ask why she was stage frightened like that.

Causing her to have that much traumatized nervous. To tell you the truth,  I am sure that no cares.

"Jesus Christ, Dios mi yo! Not again!" Mesuer Cornrows signed.

In embarrassment, Mile ran out of everyone,  toward the exit,  and out of everybody's sight.

Nevertheless, Monica with her closest friend Chloey were in the restroom. Chloey was easing herself inside one of the toilet cabinets, Monica was washing her hands with soap and water.

"My Jesus. I cannot believe that our friend Mile could be that nervous?" Chloey signed.

"Correct. I am guessing that Mile's nervousness have to do with shock of her father's death. Remember that she used to have an angelic vocal voice when we young. I mean just like our favorite singer Faith Commitment. I was hoping if we could help her overcomed her fear." Monica answered.

Chloey agreed with her as Monica commenced to shake unstoppable as she came to a halt. Monica's teeth became ravenously malicious.

"Monica is everything all right--?" Chloey paused.

"My name is Legion; for we are many," Monica sounded in demonic voice.

Later, she furiously roared and break the cabinet's door in little shreds with her nouveau massive telepathic strength.

Monica uses her telepathic telekinesis as she reaped her in pieces whike screaming to death.

 

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

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Monica after she had murdered her best friend by reaping her from limb to limb as bloodied covered the whole restroom's wall, cabinets, ceiling,  and the ground was painted in Chloey’s blood. 

At that moment, Monica disappeared out of sight to go ahead on her next prey to devoured.

 At that time, within the kitchen,  Mahalia was helping her mother in cleaning the dishes in the school cafeteria's kitchen. Her friend Jasamine was putting the dried dishes and plates in the drawers.  

Out of nowhere,  a massive telepathic telekinetic invisible force came out of nowhere, and flung Jasamine hard on the wall. 

Later red stain lines commence to come out of her eyes, nose, and ears as she wailed in pain.

 "Jasmine! Right are you? And what on earth is happening to you?" Mahalia panicked. 

Jasmine continues wailing in pain because it was unbearable. 

"My, my, salutation. And what do we have here? If it isn't my next defenseless sheep for the ravenous wolf?" Interfered the demonic voice.  

Jasmine turned around where she met their friend Monica.  

"Monica? Are you responsible for thi-?" Mahalia paused. 

Monica roared ravenous, as she charged by bouncing at Jasmine, but Jasmine grabbed a two-edged silver weapon,  and while the hand of Monica as she wailed in agony. 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

Jesus 

CHAPTER SIX

 

Everybody were in their last period in high school.

 

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Texte: Author
Bildmaterialien: Delores M. Flynn
Cover: Delores M. Flynn
Lektorat: Microsoft Word
Korrektorat: Grammarly Check
Übersetzung: Author
Satz: Short Film titled "MAMA" by Delores M. Flynn
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 22.09.2022

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Neither does it has any subtitles. Maybe the subtitle will be on this drama-musical sequel book.