Afina's Curse
THIS IS MY OWN STORY. ANYTHING THAT IS RELATED TO A REAL LIFE PERSON OR TOWN IS NOT INTENDED. AND JUST A COINCEDENCE.
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1. Stories.
"....They say long ago dark creatures walked the Earth. They fed on anything in their reach. We had no name for them. Nothing could describe the pain these creatures created. We do not know who or what their creator was. All we know is that if you see one you are destined for death or....., " said my grandpa, the last time I saw him. He loved to tell stories to me. Some great and some not so great.
I stared out the rainy window once again. Its been raining for months now nonstop. I've been waiting patiently for it to end but, I don't think it will now. I have also been waiting for my mother to come home. But she hasn't. Silently awaiting her arrival I climbed out of bed and into my old rocking chair. Watching the rain shape around towards my window trying to bring in more pain.
I do this every night now. Wait. They said she'd be in the hospital for a short time. Although by now I expected her to be home. I glance up at the clock. It reads 1:10 in the morning. And again I cried for her. On those sleepless nights. My mother had been in a terrible plane crash. She was on her way back from her job when a horrible storm hit! That's all they'd tell me. As I desperately awaited her arrival, I wondered what it would be like to be a family again. A real family. While watching the window I slipped into unconsciousness.
I woke up in the morning with a terrible headache. My whole head felt numb. As I sat up I realized I had fallen out of my rocking chair. "Hmm. That explains the headache," I said aloud. I got off the floor and changed into my favorite shirt and pants. I quietly opened my door and slipped downstairs. The smell of pancakes drifted in from the kitchen.
"I didn't know you were awake," Said my older sister Serena. "I would of made more but..." "No its fine," I said a little disappointed. I opened the cupboard and grabbed some cereal. I searched the fridge for some milk. I quickly found a carton and grabbed a spoon and bowl. Setting them on the table I emptied the remains of the cereal box and poured my milk.
After I ate I walked into the living room to watch the morning news. Apparently there was a shooting down in Los Angeles. I sighed. And once again I fell fast asleep. That was the night I had the nightmare. Scary, shadow-like, looking creatures loomed in the darkness surrounding me. I screamed but it was too late. They already had me. I woke up screaming. Trying to muffle the sound, I clamped my hand on my mouth and took a deep breath. It took awhile but I gradually relaxed. And slept once more. That was the night I didn't watch the rain. The night my whole life changed. Forever.
I awoke to the beeping of my alarm clock telling me to get ready for school. I quickly got dressed and grabbed my backpack. I waited impatiently at my bus stop until it came to a stop, right in front of me. I climbed onto the bus and found a seat, near the front. A seat alone. I sighed. I wish I could be normal. I wish I could smile and be happy like all of the normal girls. The girls that weren't paranoid about the rain or waiting for their mom. For once I wanted to be normal. To be free and I couldn't even have that.
The bus stopped. Have we reached the school already? I thought. Hmm. I considered this as a new girl in dark clothing got on. I had the only seat left and therefore she came forward to sit by me. She didn't say anything as she sat down. She just sat. "Afina? What an unusual name," she said to me. She must of read my name on my backpack, I thought. "Isn't that kind of a rude thing to say? Considering I didn't even offer my seat to you?" I replied. "I guess you are right. My name is Kristy. And thank you for letting me take your seat." You had to smile at that. So, I did.
The rest of the day I spent showing Kristy around the school. Taking her to the classes we shared together-which was pretty much all of them-I felt strange talking to someone at my school. I never really had. I hadn't realized all of the things I've missed. I have never gone to someone's house before or really even had a friend until now.
By the time I had gotten home Kristy and I had become really close. I enjoyed her company and not having to sit by myself, for the first time in forever. It seemed like maybe my bad luck had ran out. The things I really knew about her is that she has a younger brother named Tim. She calls him Timmy. He doesn't ride the bus because he's only 5 and just learning the way of the world.