the cursed ones
chapter one : leaving for the countryside
I looked at my murky two bedroom bungalow. God, how much would i miss this house. I would miss the weeds that grew outside my window, how thin the walls were so you could hear everything in the house and how the roof only leaked on Victoria`s side of the room.
" Saying goodbye to the house?" Victoria asked
" Shut up" I told her
Victoria was my twin sister but we couldn't tell for at the age of 9 she dyed blonde and curled her hair non stop making her look like a over grown Barbie Doll. Me on the other hand kept my natural raven black spiky hair.
" We are almost packed girls!" Mother shouted at us.
" why does Sam get to keep her damn lizard while i can't keep my straighters?" she moaned
" there isn't much electricity in triston so we need to cut on stuff like that and anyways Pablo is part of the family" i told her
" Screw you Sam, I bet you love this don't you? Living in the countryside with no contact and no television at all."
" I'm not in love with the idea but at least Im keeping mature about it like a 5 year old like you."
" shut up you EMO"
she walked away in a huff and tried to lecture how bad the counryside would be to her health. Why do i have her for a sister? I mean i had to lose my best friend Akassa. My only friend Akassa. I liked her from the moment we met. We met in Secondary school when she walked in our form room and shouted
" Where the hell is the Library"
Tears sprung in my eyes. We had been through everything together. Like her stupid boyfriend who abused her. I still remember when we sat at a cafe and it all burst out, that he hit her repeatly and then called her a slut and was ugly. She thought that having a boyfriend that abused her was better than none.What if when i was gone they got together? I shook my head, Akassa couldn't be that stupid twice. surely?
" hey daydreamer, get in the car!"
I got in the car and we left for triston.




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