The Curse of the Bloodwood
ruggling to cope with school and her
which she had been carrying
se of her antisocial nature and poor academic record - she had
oling on multiple occasions, but
ly's
was anxious about starting afresh. My moving back to Florida, to the house
rder to pinpoint. Was it the carefree summer days still linger
But if I'm being honest, it was mostly
k in the day, with everyone
ll felt like a romantic scene playing right before me. And I
ter?' A vo
spine. I peeked narrowly at t
he approached me. I looked on, be
aimed, opening h
iend; he was my only true fri
arming smile and captivating presence. The only di
ned unchanged. I couldn't deny the
my emotions, I had made a conscious deci
s, no matter how hard I tried. And that realiz
. Schoo
days were
e matters worse, I got stuck in the ch
ing against me, refusing to op
million pages of math problems and essays due t
a total disaster. Then, I joined the basketball club
is strolled up to me, a bask
a charming smile, tossing
nervousl
ned. 'I see you've
to appear nonchalant. 'I don't
oin the cheerleading squad, trade in your sneakers for some spiri
urst from Louis, making
he girls nearby, and my brows furro
the longest d
l was
dn't wait
ton's shoulder – Louis' best friend,
f sharing bizarre anecdotes, w
t Mom wasn't home yet. The emptiness and silence of
alk, seeking refuge from the place that c
isp evening air, I wondered,
hoed in my mind
a special place in my heart. It was where Dad woul
me with ice cream when I did well. Tho
flooding back. I could almost feel Dad's presence around me, and the
s I relived those
me back to reality – 4:15. I hastily g
endous feeling of Louis' muscular arms
asked in
'Surprised
s qu
and downed it in one swift gulp. His eyebrows arc
glass and headed
get in here
gnor
tching the glass from his h
I cal
tion was fixed o
e floor, and Louis' mouth dripping with blood.
med, tears strea
In desperation, I grabbed a mop, attempting to
, his eyes a haunting red, bulging from their s
g the glass at his head. It shattered, lea