My family is cursed.
No matter what, each generation, only the youngest child survives after the age of twenty. All the other ones die. How they die varies, but they always die. If there's only one child, then the older parent dies. That's just how the curse works. It drives us mad.
The men all wish to be women because if they're youngest, then the curse ends with them. If they're men, it goes on to affect their families. It makes the men a little selfish and sadistic. They only care about themselves. They usually try to find a wife who's older than them, that way, if they only have one kid, they aren't the one who dies. If they're kind-hearted, they'll usually try to kill their whole family or themselves. That way it doesn't affect more people. Strangely enough, quite a few of them do that. Strange family, huh?
Let me tell you about me. Sadly, I'm the second born of three children, so I'm destined to die. My older sister, Maggie, died last year in a car wreck on her twentieth birthday. She was driving at twenty miles per hour when she suddenly crashed into a stop sign. Strangely enough, the stop sign went through the windshield and stabbed her in the neck. At least she died painlessly. That's one of the good things about the curse; we all die in an instant. She was a bitch, I'm sorry to say, so I don't really miss her. My parents don't either. They knew she was going to die, so they didn't care about her. She was unloved and unwanted.
I was lucky. I got to live for seven years as the youngest, so for a while, my parents actually loved me. But then the fucking bastard Richie was born. Then my parents distanced themselves from me, the same way they did to Maggie. I hate them. I hate my whole family.
At least I didn't get that common of a name. My name's Naomi Hrintings. I like it, minus the last name. I don't look much like my family either. Everyone in my family has dark blonde hair and light, gray eyes. I, on the other hand, have dark auburn hair and bright green eyes. My mother used to say that I was her Fall Child, unique of everyone else. She doesn't call me that anymore. In fact, she calls me an outcast of the family. I hate them. I hate my whole family.
I'm about seventeen right now, and I don't have that many friends. I guess I'm sort of gothic, punk, and morbid at the same time. I like to wear black and I have an obsession about death. See, for me death is inevitable, so I try to find as much about it as possible. I sometimes hope that a vampire or something'll bite me, and then I won't exactly die. But I probably won't get that lucky. I mean, vampires aren't even real. I only had three more years to live.
The day that everything changed started out pretty normal. I woke up and did all that morning stuff, grabbed a cereal bar, flipped off my parents, tried to hurt Richie and got on the bus. I wore a black turtleneck sweater with flared, black jeans. I had put up my hair in a little bun and I was wearing some glittery, black eye shadow. My arms were decorated with silver chains and a silver dragon tattoo that I got a few years back. I had on the usual jangly bracelets and I had on my customary ruby silver ring on my thumb. It was the usual stuff I wear. I had on my favorite silver hoop earrings, though. As usual, the moment I got on the bus, the preppy boys started hooting and calling me names, while the girls started whispering about my outfit that day. I only sniffed. What did they know about fashion? My clothes were perfectly fine. Prettier than their stupid stuff anyway.
The day passed by in the usual way, too. The teachers yapping about stuff I already knew. See, I really like to read. I mean, I read about anything and then I finish them in only a few hours or minutes. The longest time it took me to read a textbook was about five hours. The teachers only put up with me because I got the best grades in school.
The first difference was the new guy. He just walked into the cafeteria, striding in as if he owned the place. He wore all black and silver, like me, but more dragon based. He had long, dark brown hair with light brown tipped ends. He had on baggy jeans and silver sneakers. I immediately hated him. He had the perfect voice, smooth and rough at the same time, but nice to listen to. He also had the most stunning, piercing black eyes. Or at least that's what color they looked like. He was just too perfect. His long, thin nose went perfectly with his full, red lips. Wait a second, black eyes, red lips, and not to mention a pale complexion, was he a vampire? I wanted to laugh at the similarity.
The weirdest thing is that nobody else seemed to see him. He just strode toward to my table and he smiled. It was the most terrifying thing that I've ever experienced. When he smiled, his fangs seemed to fill up your eyes and his eyes seemed to widen and look into your soul. I couldn't move. He really was a vampire.
"So you already know I'm a vampire and you're not in the least bit attracted to me. Well, that's a first."
My lip curled in disgust. What an arrogant bastard.
"Why would I be attracted to an arrogant bastard like you?" I said in contempt, voicing my thoughts.
He only grinned that terrifying smile and shrugged.
"Well, first things first, my name's Macao and you're Naomi."
I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "How would you know that?"
He only smiled again and replied. "I know a lot of things, Naomi." He tapped the end of my nose with a long, lacquered black nail before grinning and disappearing. Not fading, not in any kind of smoke.just disappearing.
I shook my head to get rid of the strange sensation of looking into his eyes. Vampires actually existed? I tapped my finger against my lips and wondered about that guy, "Macao." How did he know my name? Did he stalk me or something? I smiled in amusement as I imagined vampire boy stalking me. My lips pursed as I kept on thinking, why had he been so interested in me? I blinked as the period bell rang and jolted me out of my thoughts and gathered up my bag and got ready for class. This was something to be contemplated next period.
A/N: Well, how'd you like it? I wrote this when I was really pissed off. ::shrugs:: I just continued it today. Tell me how you thought about it and if I should continue it.
No matter what, each generation, only the youngest child survives after the age of twenty. All the other ones die. How they die varies, but they always die. If there's only one child, then the older parent dies. That's just how the curse works. It drives us mad.
The men all wish to be women because if they're youngest, then the curse ends with them. If they're men, it goes on to affect their families. It makes the men a little selfish and sadistic. They only care about themselves. They usually try to find a wife who's older than them, that way, if they only have one kid, they aren't the one who dies. If they're kind-hearted, they'll usually try to kill their whole family or themselves. That way it doesn't affect more people. Strangely enough, quite a few of them do that. Strange family, huh?
Let me tell you about me. Sadly, I'm the second born of three children, so I'm destined to die. My older sister, Maggie, died last year in a car wreck on her twentieth birthday. She was driving at twenty miles per hour when she suddenly crashed into a stop sign. Strangely enough, the stop sign went through the windshield and stabbed her in the neck. At least she died painlessly. That's one of the good things about the curse; we all die in an instant. She was a bitch, I'm sorry to say, so I don't really miss her. My parents don't either. They knew she was going to die, so they didn't care about her. She was unloved and unwanted.
I was lucky. I got to live for seven years as the youngest, so for a while, my parents actually loved me. But then the fucking bastard Richie was born. Then my parents distanced themselves from me, the same way they did to Maggie. I hate them. I hate my whole family.
At least I didn't get that common of a name. My name's Naomi Hrintings. I like it, minus the last name. I don't look much like my family either. Everyone in my family has dark blonde hair and light, gray eyes. I, on the other hand, have dark auburn hair and bright green eyes. My mother used to say that I was her Fall Child, unique of everyone else. She doesn't call me that anymore. In fact, she calls me an outcast of the family. I hate them. I hate my whole family.
I'm about seventeen right now, and I don't have that many friends. I guess I'm sort of gothic, punk, and morbid at the same time. I like to wear black and I have an obsession about death. See, for me death is inevitable, so I try to find as much about it as possible. I sometimes hope that a vampire or something'll bite me, and then I won't exactly die. But I probably won't get that lucky. I mean, vampires aren't even real. I only had three more years to live.
The day that everything changed started out pretty normal. I woke up and did all that morning stuff, grabbed a cereal bar, flipped off my parents, tried to hurt Richie and got on the bus. I wore a black turtleneck sweater with flared, black jeans. I had put up my hair in a little bun and I was wearing some glittery, black eye shadow. My arms were decorated with silver chains and a silver dragon tattoo that I got a few years back. I had on the usual jangly bracelets and I had on my customary ruby silver ring on my thumb. It was the usual stuff I wear. I had on my favorite silver hoop earrings, though. As usual, the moment I got on the bus, the preppy boys started hooting and calling me names, while the girls started whispering about my outfit that day. I only sniffed. What did they know about fashion? My clothes were perfectly fine. Prettier than their stupid stuff anyway.
The day passed by in the usual way, too. The teachers yapping about stuff I already knew. See, I really like to read. I mean, I read about anything and then I finish them in only a few hours or minutes. The longest time it took me to read a textbook was about five hours. The teachers only put up with me because I got the best grades in school.
The first difference was the new guy. He just walked into the cafeteria, striding in as if he owned the place. He wore all black and silver, like me, but more dragon based. He had long, dark brown hair with light brown tipped ends. He had on baggy jeans and silver sneakers. I immediately hated him. He had the perfect voice, smooth and rough at the same time, but nice to listen to. He also had the most stunning, piercing black eyes. Or at least that's what color they looked like. He was just too perfect. His long, thin nose went perfectly with his full, red lips. Wait a second, black eyes, red lips, and not to mention a pale complexion, was he a vampire? I wanted to laugh at the similarity.
The weirdest thing is that nobody else seemed to see him. He just strode toward to my table and he smiled. It was the most terrifying thing that I've ever experienced. When he smiled, his fangs seemed to fill up your eyes and his eyes seemed to widen and look into your soul. I couldn't move. He really was a vampire.
"So you already know I'm a vampire and you're not in the least bit attracted to me. Well, that's a first."
My lip curled in disgust. What an arrogant bastard.
"Why would I be attracted to an arrogant bastard like you?" I said in contempt, voicing my thoughts.
He only grinned that terrifying smile and shrugged.
"Well, first things first, my name's Macao and you're Naomi."
I narrowed my eyes in suspicion. "How would you know that?"
He only smiled again and replied. "I know a lot of things, Naomi." He tapped the end of my nose with a long, lacquered black nail before grinning and disappearing. Not fading, not in any kind of smoke.just disappearing.
I shook my head to get rid of the strange sensation of looking into his eyes. Vampires actually existed? I tapped my finger against my lips and wondered about that guy, "Macao." How did he know my name? Did he stalk me or something? I smiled in amusement as I imagined vampire boy stalking me. My lips pursed as I kept on thinking, why had he been so interested in me? I blinked as the period bell rang and jolted me out of my thoughts and gathered up my bag and got ready for class. This was something to be contemplated next period.
A/N: Well, how'd you like it? I wrote this when I was really pissed off. ::shrugs:: I just continued it today. Tell me how you thought about it and if I should continue it.