Petersville: The Diary of the First Werewolf

Friday October 13th: Full Moon Rises

JS Marie

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I open the door of Jason's truck and step out. We are parked in front of Jordyn's brick house with a double door garage. She lives on the outskirts of town with only a couple of other houses on her street. Behind her house lie miles and miles of woodlands.

"See ya." I weakly smile at Jason.

"Hey, if tonight gets too much with Grace, you know you can always call me, right?" He says, concern swirling in his eyes.

"Yeah, I know." I gulp. It would be so much easier if I had my own car.

With a final nod of his head, Jason starts up the engine and pulls away from the curb. I release a sigh, looking after the black vehicle. I turn to the house, realizing that two familiar cars are the only ones parked in the driveway. Good, Jordyn and her grandma are the only ones here...for now.

Before I can approach the front door, it opens with a head peering out. Large spectacles reflect the now setting sun. Jordyn's grandmother fully opens the door. "Hello, Quinn."

"Hello, Mrs. Spell." I grab the held door and enter the house. Mrs. Spell is draped in a gold and black shawl. A velvet black dress clings onto her small form. Her hair is pinned up in a messy fashion with beads and material intertwined in her dyed brunette locks. An outsider unfamiliar to Jordyn's grandmother's ways would naturally assume she is some sort of fortune teller. They would be mostly right. She's part of some sort of group that most would consider occult...

Her appearance doesn't surprise me at the least. I have known Jordyn since grade school and her grandmother has been a major part of her life ever since her parents passed away when she was eight. Mrs. Spell has raised Jordyn and her older brother, Jeremy.

"Well, well. Look who remembered to come." Jordyn skips into the room wearing Batman pjs.

"Har, Har, Jordyn. I'm not that terrible." I dump my duffle bag on the black, leather sofa.

"I know. Just love giving you hell." She mischievously sticks out her tongue. She skips right out of the room and into the kitchen.

I look around the room at the red walls and dim lighting. Trinkets and do-dads of all sorts cover shelves and candles are lit all over the room. Typical of Jordyn's house. Mrs. Spell is dressed more nicely than usual at this time of night. She would have already retired her extravagant garb for a comfy robe. "Going somewhere special tonight, Mrs. Spell."

"Lenora, dear. How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Lenora." She places a calming, wrinkled hand on my shoulder. "And yes, I have a very special engagement."

With a mouth full of Oreo cookies, Jordyn returns chomping away, trying to speak through chewing and breathing, "Shee shays dat her moon group is meeting tonight."

"It's not a moon group, Gertrude." A flash of horror crosses Jordyn's face. She only goes by her middle name and never speaks of her first. Only her grandma uses Gertrude. "We are the Ladies of the Night Sky. Tonight is extremely cautious. It is the month of October, and Friday the 13th. Plus a full moon will be hanging high in the sky."

"Yeah, yeah, nana. You and all that hocus pocus." Jordyn is practically pushing her out the door. "Isn't it time to go or something?"

"Well I believe so since the sun has fallen asleep." Lenora fixes her glasses on the bridge of her nose and looks at the silver watch on her wrist. "We did set the time for an hour past sunset."

"Gosh, nana. Why can't your group be like ordinary people and use real time to set your meetings?" Jordyn rolls her eyes.

Lenora simply just shakes her head at Jordyn's remark and says before exiting through the door, "Make sure your other friends don't get into any of my things."