Evil Rises

☆ ONE: Sorry not Sorry ☆

Carrie Goode's POV

I sat in the bathroom, back to the door as tears softly fell down my face. When I was born our family had great luck, the best of luck, my dad was the mayor of Sunnyvale for god's sake! But now, Two years after Uncle Nick died everything went downhill. I was just 14 when he died, I didn't know jack-shit about the Family Curse, but just about a year ago, on my 15 birthday, my dad finally thought I was old enough to know about the curse. so he explained it.

☆ FLASHBACK ☆

☆ 1995 ☆

There was a careful knock on my bedroom door, "Come in" I called out putting my book down on my nightstand. My dad slowly pushes my door open and walks into my room grabbing my chair from my desk. He lets out a sigh. and looks at me with eyes that show sadness deep within them.

"Carrie, I believe you're old enough now to learn our deep family secret," Dad lets out a sad smile.

"oh, really Dad? I'm all ears then!" I happily grin, this means Dad is trusting me more than normal.

"Carrie, I need you to promise me one thing first," Dad says, obviously trying to keep his voice intact and not break down, I nod my head and wait for him to pull himself together a little more

"Car-Carrie, you know how Nick died?"

"He killed himself?" I say but basically asking it.

"no, a girl named Denna, she killed Nick to stop our family's curse. I know what your thinking, 'Curse? our family is cursed?' but it's an easy explanation, our ancestor Solomon Goode created the curse because his life was full of sheer bad luck and misfortune. He murdered an old witch in the woods called ''The Widow'' to steal a grimoire from her, the same that he used to create the curse. the curse had been passed on for generations, but when Nick died, the curse died with him, and because I had a kid first, you, Carrie, would be the one to have the curse. The way the curse is done is you say a shadysider's first and last name and it would be engraved into a stone wall, then they would go mad, and kill people. and it has caused our family good luck for years and years. and that's the Goode family curse, but Carrie. please promise me you will never try and re-open the curse, and tell me you will never tell your kids about it, I'm only telling you because you were alive when your uncle died, but your kids don't need to know."

"I promise Dad! I won't say a word to my kids, and I won't try and re-open this curse back up"

"Thank you, Carrie"

"Of course Dad" I flashed him a quick smile and he got up and left the room.

☆ END OF FLASHBACK ☆

☆ 1996 ☆

{STILL CARRIE GOODE'S POV}

The tears streamed down my cheeks as I start to hyperventilate, 'I can't believe this. why can we go back to good luck?' I think this as the tears keep streaming down my face, ever since December I've been getting bullied, people yell rude things at me, or they tell me I'm not worth anything and that's why my Mom left. but what they don't know is my Mom died of cancer when I was 3.

It's hard to think about even if I barely knew her, she was MY MOM! Dad still keeps photos of her around the house, he's moved on, and he got a new girlfriend about 3 years ago. I'm proud of my Dad, but I still hold the anger, of not getting to meet my mom, nor know who she is and was. So now it's me, Dad, and Izzy, and we are a family. Izzy taught me stuff that my dad couldn't have, like makeup. Me and Izzy have talks late at night, and me and Izzy have done girl days, and I think that is so awesome!

I slid my hand across my cheek getting rid of the tears, but spreading the wetness instead of drying it up. I take 3 deep breaths. breathing in and out. I know I promised Dad I wouldn't try and restart the curse, but I need to. for the greater good of luck.

I sigh and get up off the floor and wash my face, once done washing my face and drying it, I walk out of the bathroom, to see the massive hallway before me. Even if we had bad luck we had a nice house, Dad has a decent job and so does Izzy. drag my feet down the hall and after passing two doors I reach my room, which is a light pink color, has my name in black lettering, and was surrounded by black stars.

I open my door with a push and walk into the room, it was slightly bright due to the sun, which was about to set in about an hour. I stare at the room before me, My bed was pushed into the corner against the walls, my desk against a wall with a window right above it, and in the corner of the room, there is one of those bookshelves that is made for corners, the shelves either held a small plant or books, or both. posters filled the two white walls I have in my room, while the pink ones had black stars all over them.

I sit on my chair where my desk is and start to boot up my computer, if I want this good luck again im going to have to research the curse more., ever since Dad had told me that I "HAD" to promise I wouldn't do anything into the curse, I wouldn't bring it into my future, but it's way too interesting not to think about, and it's too interesting to not want to research, but now im breaking the promise, sorry not sorry Dad!