Cursed Blood .

kdays, Mom usually works late, and because I was raised in a single-parent family, the one who arrives first will make dinner. But now I felt complet

My eyes quickly scanned for a blank carton on the shelf. The delicious smell rushed to my nose. Grabbing

xhausted. I guess she's got a point. But my craving grows more intense recently; maybe it's b

me, and like every day I heard her co

" I called out, "Yo

ave to tell you to lock the d

tirred vegetable and put it into the microwave. We live in the most peaceful district of our town

, dear," she told me, "Bad th

ns from the nutrition department of the hospital and was loading them into the frid

I hes

es

milk home, and I think I don't ne

as if I'd just told her I was going to s

ut

for your he

d again, and my mom seemed to roam insi

Of course, I always trust her, not only becaus

op me. I wasn't being rebellious, though something that lingered in her voi

than normal people. You can eat or drink anything, bu

got some milk in my system, the trembling died dow

saying is- I'm

ly speaking,

hat?" I asked in disbelief. Mo

e and bright as the sun. The silver radiance poured thr

ng his tall figure and smooth pale skin. I felt a strong familiarity brushed over me. He raised his fair moo

very strange dream. The dime light of dawn broke through the window. After

d since I had never woken up looking so...not me? My eyes looked cat-like bright, my skin seemed to glow as if I'd just stepped out of a spa room. My hair even behaved like something

fast. I looked at her elegant body, her beautiful oval shape face, her agele

g, mom,

, is that my daughter? You look so great!" I nearly jolted back in surprise. I was just in

id at last, "Not a bad h

strong delicious aroma wrapped around the kitchen. And as

I ask you

sipping her coffee wh

was Da

rink, frantically p

t time, sixteen years ago, probably even before I was born. This was the hardest part about asking this kind of que

has been just Mom and me in the picture all along. The only thing I know is that my dad died in an accident. And this might still be a grief for Mom that she never brought it up, or so I had never asked.

, ending the conversation with a smile to h

ea. Unzipping my schoolbag, I fished out a black marker. Then I started to draw a cow face on my blank carton. I added to the cow pict

Mom asked, peerin

t's no

took the milk carton fro

in the cheek jo

r milk carton?" she as

that's cow's

by the way," then she handed it back to me and walked

it me. I shrunk back, squeezing my eyes shut. That was just to

. I hope it was only a temporary loss of sight. I trie

t," I said, shielding

but then she just said, "You better put on the shade th

ight,

Mom still looked mystified like sh

y the wooden gate of the building. Every day, I just know that they will be ther

, they froze with their mouths hanging open. "Sorry,

" Cammie began, but unab

sa completed in thr

ush of embarrassment. I think they might

ngel just dropped down here," Cammie teased with

irls fall on the

" Cammie agreed

.you are so freaki

efore my cheeks burned even

around the hall declined instantly- like someone had turned off the volume. As the thr

I couldn't help asking Cammi

eyes with Jacques the new girl, and she was also staring at me, her arms folded on her chest, her face unreadable. I sudd

t be gifted with interpersonal intelligence, namely the ability to charm people. B

ever. The theory says certain species carry different genes that make them diverse from each other. Humans pass down the same gene

dark-brown eyes, but there are some parts of me that don't look like her, like my creamy white skin, high

r, Cammie and Alyssa

us. "She wants me to drop by at

sleeping with the freshm

ot a freshman

t joking, and it

ng hot, an Indian chick for crying out loud. I walked in

ce the size of a

if it would justify her naughty deed. "Besides she helped me with my Sa

m, you know that," I said

of fabulous people l

of honor from various competitions over the past hundred years. There are heads of the school founders made of stones with their names stamped on th

she saw us coming. Cammie's mom looked like she could do modeling instead of being a school he

ere books on the shelves, stacking from floor to ceiling. Her massive desk was pla

are you both?" she turn

an. Thank for asking,

l friends and also with Alyssa's. Then the Headmistress turned to her daughter and spoke, "You just come at the right

mouthed, "What?" I just

e don't have to do a tour for new students, they can figure out by themselves aft

you have to do is show her around, and I'm sure she'll be here in a minute," after she said it

feel insecure. Her beautiful golden hair flew over the perfect shape of her hot feminine body. Her light brown eyes were soft and glittering. I could smell the scent of her flawless skin, which marked her different from

she?" Alyssa whispere

eep her fabulous xx chromosomes under control. "But

into my body, but it seemed like she got the same feeling, her face twitched slightly in surprise as s

d Vivienne," she presented us. "I hope you all will tie a great friendship and help each other in time of need," she sai

said in a musical voic