The Curse: Chapter 1

Chapter 1
It was Sunday morning. I wore a black dress with trimmed laces.

A white coffin was slowly being lowered to the ground, the smell of red and white roses hung in the air along with the smell of death.

I held a picture of a beautiful woman in my arms, she had fair skin, bright blue eyes and dark brown hair. She had a smile on her face, a smile that said she was happy, so happy she almost glowed.

Happy...

Was she really?

Jada Nicole Oliver, five years old ... an orphan. Her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. Oliver had decided to be her guardians from now on.

They carefully retreated from graveyard and away from the cemtery as the hallowed ground was being showered by the earth, and inside, was the body a young woman who died at the age of 25.

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Jada's POV

Eleven Years Later

"Honey, get up." Beck's voice was loud in the air, "You're gonna be late!"

"I'm up, grandpa!" I called.

I got up quickly on my feet, went inside the bathroom and took a shower. I dried my hair after and opened my closet. I grabbed a pair of black jeans, a gray blouse and a black leather jacket over it, I wore combat boots that I inherited from my grandfather, Beck.

I let my straight black hair flow down my back, I checked myself in the mirror and went out. Grandma was cooking breakfast, but I just had some cereal and apple juice, man I love apple juice.

"Jade, honey, what time is it?" Grandpa asked.

"Do I look like your watch?" Grandma replied sarcatically.

I smiled, here we go again...

"Is it wrong to ask?" Grandpa questioned, a bit grouchy.

"Of course it's not wrong to ask someone who isn't your watch."

They were arguing again. It's amazing how two got married and were still together after more than fifty years even being like polars, Grandpa is nice and sweet, while Grandma can be bitter and mean, well, mostly to other people, but she's really awesome to hang around with. Grandpa used to be an actor. and Grandma was a singer and director, but they both retired and decided on producing films instead. After My mom, Jadelyn Bex Oliver, a fmaous actress and singer turned eighteen, they moved from Los Angeles to Manhattan, New York.

"I'm going." I told them as I packed my book inside my sling bag.

"You're going, already?" Grandma asked.

I nodded, "Time sure flies when you're arguing." I told them and run towards the door.

I heard Granpa laugh along with Grandma's little protest even though she was obviously laughing. I rode the bus to my school, New York Arts and Science Academy.

After a quarter of an hour, I got off the bus and was about to walk a thre blocks walk, but before I got down the bus, I swear I just saw that the bulky driver had just once eye on his forhead.