In the shadow of Our Lady of Sorrows Catholic Day School stood a graveyard. I had never dared to set my pretty foot in it. My maternal grandmother who was from the islands always coughed out tales of ‘jumbies’ –ghouls, demons, ghosts, and whatever other malevolent spirit you could think of. Along with these jumble stories came a long list of superstitions, and of course one of them was to always w...

Gabriel let out a harsh exhale seeing his stuttered breath rise to the dark sky. His blue eyes darted to the bleachers where his parents sat. He needed to prove himself, demonstrate his athleticism, prove that lacrosse was just as good as football. When the referee’s whistle shrieked like a banshee every other sound faded. His strong tanned legs moved to incapacitate Brentwood’s defender making ro...