Cursed or Unlucky
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Penance 2: In the world of Carolyn
Fifteen-year old Carolyn snuck out the back door and lit a cigarette. She and her friends called it smokes. Actually she and her only friend online from some far off town called Retroville if she recalled correctly. His online name was Zen209. Hers was Berrymeplez2. That was never a surprise to Carolyn, she was always number two. Number two to her popular brilliant brother Jim. He made smart cool. She was just smart and weird. Always wearing different mismatched clothes. Able to do Morse Code and speak Latin at the same time while also speaking German since she was able to use both her vocal cords like those Monks, unlike a majority of people on earth. And unlike a majority of people on earth she was. That's what made her a weirdo. To always be made fun of by those normal or at least not as weird as she was. Her temper didn't help either. That's why she had to keep it in check so she didn't get detentions or suspensions anymore. Her brother Jim was much better tempered. Therefore he was better liked, got better grades….she often got downgraded by teachers because she wasn't liked. Her brother would get an A+ for a project and she putting in even more work and getting more points than him often ended with at most an A-. That's why by second year of Middle school her grades slipped to mainly Cs. Not because she was average or stupid. She just didn't care about grades. Why should she? The world didn't. At least her world didn't. Her mother had given up on her grades for at least a year now. And three years later as an adult, it would be four years. But three years was an eternity to Carolyn. Time moved too slowly. Way too slowly.
She took out a picture out of her pocket. A picture that was supposed to be of her online pal Zen209. He told her through e-mail that his name was Sheen. Nothing on a last name and that was the only e-mail he sent her. She never responded and Sheen never seemed to mind. He had also told her in the only e-mail that she got from him that he was a killer and murdered mainly teen girls. A few boys in between too. This crept Carolyn out and she didn't chat to him for two weeks. But then she decided what the hell. And now two and a half years later at age fifteen she was chatting with a guy who was according him now thirty years old or there about. She didn't mind. It wasn't like she had friends her age.
Carolyn pocketed the photo then walked over to the pond in their back yard and looked into it. She looked like a boy. She knew it. Her body hadn't developed much except for age and height. She pretty much had no chest. Not even a good half size A. She was flat. She might as well be a man. She was tall and at 5'7 she weighed 120 pounds. She looked healthy and knew her figure was maintained by her vegetarian eating lifestyle. Not that she cared. She had a straight broom stick figure, not a curve in sight. Her brother had more curves and as a guy this made it embarrassing for her, a girl. Her blonde hair was shoulder length and healthy and shiny. The only thing good about her. Her blue eyes only echoed her inner sorrow. She hated them. She also hated the guy who gave them to her after leaving her mother to fend for herself and raise them on her own. Her mother never spoke about their father and Jim gave up asking their mother years before she did. She used to be curious about her father wanting to find him and talk to him as a little girl. But as she got older she realized that he never came, that he'd never come and noticed that her mother would cry sometimes at night and often whispered the name James or Jimmy. Two people or the same guy? Carolyn never found out. But by age nine she didn't care. Her father could swallow cyanide and set himself on fire for all she cared.
The door opened and Carolyn turned to see Libian and her father Kit Weederman.
"Out it," Kit ordered.
"You're not my father," Carolyn said coldly.
"Out it!" Libian cried imitating her father.
Carolyn rolled her eyes and outed it since she didn't want to smoke around her little sister.
"Thank You," Kit said.
"Whatever," Carolyn said sharply, "it's almost midnight," she pointed out.
"So?" Kit asked, "I allow Libian to stay up late Friday nights," he reminded her.
"Mom doesn't," Carolyn told him.
"I'm not your mother," Kit reminded her.
"And you're not my Dad," Carolyn countered, "so stop trying to slowly run my life," she said angrily.
"I'm Libian's father and I help your mother from time to time," Kit said formally, "and you're the teenager while I'm the adult," he told her.
"So?" Carolyn spat.
"You listen to me," Kit told her.
"Keep dreaming," Carolyn said frankly.
"That's not nice," Libian complained.
"Deal with it," Carolyn told her sister.
Carolyn could feel Kit's grey eyes angrily boring into her back. No one disrespected his little girl.
"Shouldn't you be spending the night with your wife?" Carolyn decided to ask.
"I spend Friday nights here," Kit said seriously, "I had two children out of wedlock before I married and I spend Tuesdays with my fourteen year old George," he stated, "trust me, he would've liked Friday."
"But Fridays are for me," Libian whined.
"I spend as much time with you as I can," Kit said lovingly and kissed his redheaded daughter on her temple.
Carolyn snorted and turned her back to them. She hated seeing them so loving together. It reminded her that she never had a father. Both of them had identical deep red hair and grey eyes. People see them walking down the street know he's hers. Carolyn didn't know which father she belonged to. And no matter what she did or said, that hurt her. That hurt her a lot.
Done
I planned to extensively detail this chapter but time's against me. The next chapter Penace 3 will be well detailed since I'll have more time Saturday evening and Sunday morning. Sorry for the delay. Time is just not with me right now. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please read and review.