Andile was having a chat with her mother. They were talking about Athandwe.

“I think she’s more like a witch , she is just unlike us ,” her mother claimed.

“No, I don’t think so. I have been friends with her for many years , I should have noticed,” Andile keeps on defending her friend.

“There’s no way you can find a bottle full of blood in her bag if there wasn’t something wrong ,” her mother said politely.

They stopped speaking for a few seconds….

“Just listen to me , I am your mother. I would not lead you astray,” she said that and walked upstairs. It was a Thursday , Andile was ready & looking good for school. She was an introvert towards strangers , but when it came to her friend?She could talk non-stop. She waited for a taxi. She rided to school and within 15 minutes she arrived. She thought of asking Athandwe early in the morning, before the first class. She ran to hug her as she saw her near the Accounting classroom. They hugged each other & planted kisses on each other’s cheeks.

“A few hours without you feels like a million years !” Athandwe screamed.

“A million? Why are you always exaggerating? I missed you to chommie!” Andile said.

“Are you okay ? You don’t seem so.” questioned Athandwe.

“I … I… I have some questions Athandwe, but I think break time will be.”

“I am not waiting until break time ,talk !”

She took out her phone and showed Athandwe the picture of the bottle full of blood. She took the bottle in her schoolbag, a few weeks ago.

“What is this , Andile,”

“I should be asking you , I found this in your schoolbag!” she said calmly.

Her eyes changed colour to red. Suddenly, she was crying blood.

She took her phone violently & threw it away. It hitted the stone & half of the screen was broken.

“Stay away from my things! You’re a little bastard!” She ran away.