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voodoo priest’s reign anymore, or else my life would have ended back in the storage closet. Still, that didn’t answer why he was posing as a high school student.
    I am here because of you. It has always been about you.
    Daemon’s words washed over me. The man was a riddle without an answer. Shaking my head, I dumped the bag of chocolate chips into the dough. I studied the contents of the bowl then went to grab a bar of chocolate from my secret stash. Rooting around, I picked out one with seventy-five percent cocoa and a caramel filled one. At this point, the cookies would be more chocolate than actual cookie but who was I to complain? Melissa had taught me the number one rule of baking: More was always better. Yielding a butcher knife, I chopped the two different chocolate bars into chunks and added them to the dough. Frank came trotting into the kitchen, looking for scraps.
    I bent down and scratched his head. “Sorry boy, you can’t have any.” He snorted his dislike. “I know, but I’ll feed you soon.”
    The sound of the doorbell bounced off the empty walls. I glanced in the direction of the entryway, confused. Who could be outside this late? There was only one person who came to mind. Daemon, but he didn’t know where I lived. I hesitated until the doorbell rang again, loud and persistent.
    “Hold your horses,” I yelled.
    Frank followed close on my heels as I went to go answer the door. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed the door handle and turned it.
    “I don’t know who you think you…” My words died in my throat.
    My mom’s friend Laura was on the front porch surrounded by five tattered suitcases and a birdcage with a colorful scarf thrown over it.
    “Hello, hello,” Laura chirped. “I hope I am not intruding.”
    Laura was my mom’s friend from high school. They were like how Melissa and I were, attached at the hip. That is until they took two completely different paths. My mom got knocked up and became a beauty mortician while Laura embraced life. She moved from city to city, boyfriend to boyfriend, never staying with anybody or anywhere for long. My mom described her as a glamorous nomad. Tonight, Laura was dressed in a floor length black maxi dress, cinched at the waist with a Chanel belt.
    “Not at all.” I glanced at the luggage. “My mom didn’t tell me you were moving in.” Or that you were even coming, I added silently.
    Laura tilted her head back and laughed. “You are hilarious, child. Now if you don’t mind I’m going to freshen up.” She walked around me, leaving the luggage. “I had the most dreadful flight from New York. There were a thousand sick people coughing all over me.” Her voice floated down from the staircase, until it vanished all together. A second later, I heard the shower turn on. Sighing, I looked at the suitcases with disdain. The bird in the cage let out a low chirp. Frank barked, overjoyed at the possibility of having a new friend to play with.
    I pointed my finger at him. “Ok, you get the bird, I’ll get the suitcases. Deal?” Frank spun around in the air. “Good enough for me.”
    Using my measly amount of strength, I hauled the luggage in one by one until sweat dotted my hairline. Frank didn’t fulfill his end of the bargain so I took the birdcage and set it on a high table. Laura would kill me if anything happened to her precious parakeet. The clock over the mantle read 9:30 p.m. When my mom came home in thirty minutes, she would have a lot of explaining to do. I retreated back to the kitchen and doled out the cookie dough onto a baking sheet. Popping the cookies in the oven, I set the timer for ten minutes, and leaned against the counter. The book, The Darkness , stared at me from the dining room table. My mom said everything I needed to know was in there but honestly; I would rather play naïve for a bit longer. It was comfortable in the dark.
    Laura’s perfume hit me like a toxic cloud. Turning, I saw her under the archway that lead from the