My Bloodline

Chapter 1- My Family History

"Do I really have to go?" I got down on my knees and begged my mom to let me stay home from school. This was the third time this year I had to move schools. "Nicole, you have to go today!" It's the first day back to school and you need to meet your teachers." She always says that. She always says I need to meet my teachers. Why were they so important? I stood from my knees and grabbed my backpack and my hoodie. I always wore my hoodie on the first day of school. It makes me feel safe. There was nothing special about it, it was just a red hoodie, yet, it made me feel safe.

"I'm sorry hun," my mom started her sorry speech again," you need to meet your teachers, escpecially today because... because, um, because it'll help you with um... tests and such." She began pushing me quickly out the door. "Help me?Who gives tests at the beginning of the year?" I should've asked quicker, because by the time I finished my sentence she had already closed the door. No turning back now, I thought to myself.

I walked to school with a pit in my stomach. Mom didn't let me have breakfast. She said,"If you eat breakfast now, you're gonna be late for your meet with the principal. Now hurry up and get ready!" I didn't want to meet the principal, that was the point of eating breakfast. Then again, she probably knew that was why I wanted to eat. I could probably skip school if I didn't want to go, but mom would kill me for that. Geez I'm so predictable it's sickening...

It's so cold out today. For the past week or so it had been cool out, but today it was just plain freezing. It was as if the day itself were telling me, "Today is gonna be so terrible for you that I'm just gonna make it cold out and not regret anything at all!" Could this get any worse? Surprisingly, it didn't. My meet with the principal was a nice one. Her name was Mrs. Blu and she was, actually, very sweet. "It is my honor of being able to welcome you to Indy Academy. If you need any help at all, have one of the teachers call me and I'll help. I know how being a new student can feel, and I want you to feel as welcomed here as anyone else." Then she sent me off to my first period class.

As I walked through the hallways looking for my first class, science, I noticed a trending poster on the walls."Vampires and Werewolves the Club, join us today!" or one that says,"Vampires and Werewolves the musical!" What was with this school and vampires and werewolves? Don't they know they don't exist? I was focused on the posters so much that I ran into someone and made them drop their stuff. As I was helping pick up I noticed they were flyers for a different club called,"Today vs. Tomorrow." I quickly took one and hid it in my backpack, then stood and handed the papers to the girl I ran into. It was then that I noticed she was shaking violently. "Are you okay?" She jumped at my words. Social Anxiety? I thought to myself about how I'd seen another person do this at one of the other schools I'd been to. I tried to behave normally and not scare her even more. "I'm really sorry I should've been paying attention. I'm, uh, new here at school. My name is Nicole Antanasia." She seemed to have calmed her nerves at my words because she stopped shaking and spoke, very silently. "I'm Ireland Valerica. I'm new here, too. I'm from-" she stopped mid-sentence, looked at the clock, and shook her head violently. "I'm sorry I really have to go. Class is starting soon! Thanks for the help Nicole. Cya around!" And with that, she ran off, occasionally stumbling then catching herself. What was that about? With these thoughts in mind, I headed off for my class.

Science wasn't a fun class. As I walked in, everyone stared at me. Their piercing eyes looked upon me with judging grins. Great, this is gonna be a fun class. The teacher was a really old, mean looking man who had glasses shaped like triangles. He introduced himself, "I am Mr. Hickory, welcome to science. Introduce yourself to the class then you may be seated." His eyes made me feel worried, along with everyone else's glazes. Why was I so nervous? I've been through this many times before. "I-I'm Nicole Antanasia. This is my third time moving schools this year. I hope this time I can stay longer than three months." Everyone snickered and chattered amongst themselves as I quickly took my seat. "I want everyone to introduce themselves. I may already know all of you, and some of you better than others," He glared at these two boys who had been sitting right in front of him with their phones in front of them. Clearly the class idiots,"Come on, quickly now, so we can begin class." Of all the people who stood up, two stood out the most, other than the idiots at the front. "My name is Drake Marcos, but I go by Dunkin." He looked very athletic and smart by the way his body was built. He looked like he could take out an entire football team. The other person was a girl, "My name is Rose Londe. This is my last year at this school and I hope to make it a good one!" She seemed really peppy and... preppy. Blonde hair put into pigtails and clothes that, even I can see, barely meet the dress code at any school. I don't understand why they stood out so much to me but, I knew I could see that we weren't going to be very friendly. As I sat in my seat, Drake whispered to me, "Welcome to school cold blood." Cold blood? What's that supposed to mean?

Thankfully, class was cut short for me. I was called down to the office in the middle of class. When I got down there, I saw my mom sitting in a chair, her face stained with tears. "Mom? Mom, what's wrong? What happened?" Instead of answering me, she quickly thanked the office lady and lead me to the car. When we started driving home faster than usual, I knew something was wrong...terribly wrong. "Mom! Answer me! What's the matter with you?!" She took my hand in hers quickly, and started rubbing her thumb across the top of my fingers. "Honey, it's about your grandmother. She passed away a few hours ago. I'm so sorry I didn't know any other way of saying this to you." I felt my face flush and my body chilled to the bone. I couldn't believe my ears. "What? How does that even happen? She was fine the last time I called her! Someone doesn't just up and pass away!" My face felt the warm tears as they slowly fell. I just didn't want to believe it.

As the car slowly pulled in the driveway and eventually lead to a stop, she looked at me. Intensity in her eyes. "Nicole," she paused a second and looked out the window. "Come inside and we can talk. There are... some things I need to explain to you." I hesitantly followed her inside without any words. I knew she was taking this hard on herself, even though it wasn't her own mother.

All my relatives had long passed away before even I was born. Each one after the other. When I was born, almost exactly after my last grandfather had passed, my grandmother had told my parents to take me away from my home, and move some place else. Far, far away. She always was a wise old lady, but she knew when something felt wrong.

Growing up, I kept in contact with her as much as I could. The only relatives I really had were her, my parents, and my aunt Tabitha. Neither of my parents like to talk about Tabitha, though. My mother says that she did something that the family can't forgive her for. I think it'd be really tough to exclude your own sister from your life, but my mom said she learned to live with it. Somehow, I have never been able to believe her about that.

Not so long ago, my father had become very ill. He was having constant heart failure and was always in the hospital. I visited him everyday! Then, one special day, I had arrived to his room to see him holding his chest and gasping for air. A nurse ran up to me and pulled me away as I was crying," Daddy! Daddy, what's wrong? Daddy, answer me!" Later, I had learned he was having a severe heart attack and he had been unable to breathe. My father died at midnight on the same day. My birthday.

Although the deaths seemed random, there was a pattern about all of the deaths in my family. First, there's the heart failure that comes. Second comes the death time, midnight. The strangest connection between the deaths isn't something uncommon, but I didn't recognize it at the time of noticing the other patterns. Everyone has died in the same month. My birth month, December. The days they had passed on were all different, but also in a pattern. My first relative to pass died on the thirty-first. The second, on the thirtieth and so on. My father had passed on the fourth. My grandmother died today, the third. The only problem to figuring out the pattern is that, it's a random amount of years before knowing who's gonna die next. I'm afraid my time before my own death, is running out.

Recently, my mother has come down with a sickly cough. I think she is next on the list, sadly. But maybe I can find a way to end this family curse before our times run out. Maybe I can save her. I just have to keep doing my research on our family history and find something out. Because time is not on our side.

>----------------Author's Note----------------

So, another new book. I know what you're thinking. "Let me guess, it's the same old story she ever writes. Two people fall in love happy ever after etc." Welp, you're wrong. This is a story I'm creating from a dream I had. Crazy. I know. Just give this story a try and, I promise, you'll get into it. This first chapter isn't really story but, hey, you gotta get some back knowledge. >:P And at least I'm updating something!! The second chapter will take a while as I've got to remember back to my dream and do a lil research (research yeah right cause no one does research for books!) If you want to know what I'm researching... it's Romanian stuff so... yeah...

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