The Family Of The Haunted

Chapter 1, The Cabin

( Warning: it has mentioned drug addiction if you don't like it then you can't read this or skip it. )

Dad told us that we were moving away from city life to cabin life because he got this new job in the town where he used to live. I was very much against it and wanted to tell him not. Still, I couldn't because we had no other family members who would take us in when Mom dead–I slammed my locker and sighed heavily at the memory of when Octaiva took notice of my expression of anger and sadness mix. " You sure you're going to be alright with going to class? Special a week after your Mom has died." Octavia said, worried tone as I glanced at her with my head resting against the lock. " I have to. Besides, today is my last fucking day at this school, and I gotta pick up Polly at middle school." I told her, turning my back on the locker. Octavia nodded and held the bag closer to her " Can't your older brother do that? Cause you know he can drive and all." She questioned as I pushed myself off the locker and walked beside her in the hallway. " " Mark's busy helping Dad with the packing and moving the stuff to the cabin today, so I and Jack are picking Polly up after school because that's what we're told to do," I answered as Octavia sighed, then opened her bag and reached in. " You're gonna need this to get through the day before school is over." I catch a glimpse of her bringing a weed bag up to us.

I immediately snatched the bag from her and looked at both sides of the hallways, " Are you crazy!? You can't bring that shit here!?' I whispered-shouted at her as she chuckled and took the bag away. " It's not mine, so don't worry. It's my dad's weed, and it helps you relax, however, don't take too much because you'll get high. " She told me. " But still, you know I am trying to be clean here. Cause my Dad caught me smoking it during my first year, so he would kill me if he finds out of me doing it again." I bleated as she gently grasped my shoulders and looked into my hazel eyes. " Molly, calm down. I won't make you do this if you don't want to. " She promised me as I stared back at her " Okay, I'm not doing it." Octavia nodded and put the bag away. " Now it's gone. Yet you still haven't opened up about one thing, though." I arched an eyebrow at her " What is it?" Octavia took out her phone and grinned, "You haven't told me if your brother Jack likes me!" I groaned playfully and leaned my head back.

" Oh, come on! You promise me, bitch." I smiled and looked at her. " Fair enough, he did hint that he liked a girl, but he didn't say who, so you could be the one." She nodded and scratched her head while thinking when we arrived in history class. " The haunted kid! It's back!" The jock pointed out as Octavia glared at him. " Oh, shut it, Zach." Zach got up and sized up to her. I swear Octavia wants to get into a fight with someone in this school almost every day. I know she wants to prove to people that she's more than a drug attic. I nervously watched them as Zach stared her down, so tense as Octavia won't back down. " What are you going to do? You're just a drug attic like the rest of your family." He nagged as I looked down towards her hands to see her clenching into fists. He stepped close to her and leaned down to her ear, and she started to shake from the anger boiling up.

" What are you going to do? Druggie." He taunted, stepped back, and raised his hands while eyeing her " Come on, punch me like you want me dead." I grew more concerned about the situation. " Octai, don't listen to him," I argued as she looked at him and then back angrily. She slowly walked towards him, grasped his shirt, and pulled him to her level. I am hoping she isn't going to punch or anything like that. Octavia goes to his ear, and his lips stop near his ear, " If you keep making fun of my fucking family out of that dirty mouth of yours-I'll cut your tongue out, and you won't speak again." She whispered, pulling away, and he widened his eyes, staring at her. She hummed and strolled to her seat as I took in the scene of Zach, shaky, sitting at his desk. I sat beside her and glanced at her, " What did you say to him? It looked like he had seen his life flash before him." She just let out a quietly chuckled " Maybe it did. But why did you care?" I could only shrug and look forward when the teacher showed up.