Cursed

Chapter 1 - The Project

Chapter 1 - The Project

Alison's POV

"Alison! Get up, you're going to be late for school!" my mother yelled from downstairs. Groaning, I pushed the covers aside, walking into my bathroom where I placed myself under the hot water that cascaded down my back. It was the first day of school. In other words, doomsday.

Getting out of the shower, I pulled on black skinny jeans and my white jumper since it was pretty cold in London. I manuvered my messy brown locks into a ponytail and wrapped a scarf around my neck. Putting on my black combat boots, I walked down the stairs, my nose catching the aroma of bacon and eggs from the kitchen.

"Oh good, you're finally up. Listen, your father and I have to rush to work, are you ok with taking the bus today?" my mum asked from the other side of the kitchen counter. I nodded, digging into my mouthwatering breakfast. My mother giggled before she picked up her bag, gave me a small peck on the head, and left the house.

Once I was done, I realised I was going to be late, so I rushed out of my house and ran to the bus stop, just in time to catch the last bus. Fishing my bag for my ipod and headphones, I plugged them in my ears, drifting off in my own world. Until seven long stops later, I arrived my school.

Walking up through the gates was the worst thing I had to do in a very long time. Our school was nothing like the American movies, no bullies, no cheerleaders, nothing. However I was still a nerd. My class got on perfectly well with each other, yet I only had one real friend. My best friend. Paisley Brown. Deciding to scare her, I caught her off guard by sneaking up behind her and pinching her sides.

"Boo!"

"Aghhh! Damn it Alison! You have to stop doing that!" She yelled. I held my aching stomach to stop myself from laughing before the bell rang and we walked to registration.

Seating ourselvs in our normal places, I noticed not a lot had changed with our  school. 

"So, how was your summer?" She asked me excitedly. Clearly she had a lot to tell me.

"Nothing special. I went to Scotland for a couple days to visit my grandad. What about you?" I shrugged.

"Well, I went to Italy and I met this really cute guy..." After that I pretty much zoned out, wandering into my own alien world. Don't get me wrong, Paisley is great, but she always has the same story "So I met this guy and he was really cute and we are dating and he's so awesome and oh my god..." And a few weeks later she has the same speech again "I can't believe he cheated on me! He is a piece of shit! I swear I am done dating." And so the cycle repeats.

By the time I felt her snapping her fingers in front of me, I focused back on the sad reality.

"Hello, Alison, are you listening?"

"Mhm" I hummed. She rolled her eyes, fiddling in her position.

"Anyways, are you ready for A levels?" she suddenly asked me. To be honest, I wasn't. Even though I genuinley got good grades, I was still worried of the outcomes.

"Not really" I replied. She nodded agreeing with me.

Soon after, the bell rang, singnalling first period. I had history, my favourite lesson of the day. I don't know why, but I always had a thing for history. It was boring for a lot of people, but something about it intreagued me. Walking into the small classroom, I sat at the front, waiting for the teacher to arrive in utter silence.

She walked in a minute later, with a bowl filled with chits in her hands.

"Good morning everyone! Good to have you all back! I hope you are motivated and ready to start learning" She joyfully expressed. A chorus of sad "yes" flew across the class before she continued. "Very well. We will start the year with a project. You can choose to do it in piars or alone. You will pick a chit from the bowl, and make a project on it. Essay, powerpoint, whatever you want as long as it teaches us about the topic." Instantly, the class starting paring up with their friends. Me being me, and not having Paisley in the class, settled on working on my own. Ms. Wallace walked around the class allowing each group or pair to pick a chit from the bowl before she arrived me. Lowering my hand in the bowl, I picked the paper on the very bottom. Once I picked it out, the teacher dissapeared to the students behind me and I opened up the folded paper.

The Warwick Castle.

A smile made it's way to my face as I read it before folding the paper and stickin it in my folder. I loved everything about castles. Especially the stories behind them. The Warwick castle was in London. It was abandonned for a very long time due to an issue that I didn't know about. And it definitley had a story behind it that I anticipated to unravel. It wasn't that far from where I lived, so I decided to go visit it after school.

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Finally! I thought to myself as I arrived the Castle. It was a long walk. Longer and more tiring than I originally thought. The area was absolutley isolated, although the Castle looked absolutley stunning.

Arriving the gates, I debated wether I should do it or not. But with a new sense of bravado and no second thoughts, I pushed the doors open, walking right inside the enormus palace. I closed the doors behind me before gasping at the sight ahead of me. Even though it had been years since the Castle was closed down, the place was absolutley spotless. The floors reflected my image as I walked and the grand chandeliers dangled from the high ceilings, iluminating the rooms. Royal antiquities were situated everywhere. I almost felt like I was in the old era itself. The place was like a maze, and I'm pretty sure I was going to get lost very soon.

Walking around, I passed through the dining rooms, kitchens and a couple of mahogany rooms, clicking as many pictures as I could before I officially got lost. Looking for a way out, I followed a narrow pathway, leading me to a rather small wooden door. My curiosity got the better of me and I pushed the doors open, revealing a pair of stairs leading to what looked like a basement? Tripping down the millions of stairs I arrived something totally different.

Jail cells. Lots of them. Steel bars and wooden beds. A bunch of them mirrored across the lane. At the end, however, was a hard metal door, secured with a different lock. There were no bars, blocking the inside from my view. Taking a picture of the cells, I arrived the last door. I turned the last lock, which was a lot more heavier than the previous ones and pushed the door open. Darkness filled the room and I couldn't see a thing. The stench was absolutley appaling but I decided to ignore it for the time bieng. Positioning myself at the door, I turned on the flash of my camera, hoping to take a quick snap and dissapear. But what happened next was totally unexpected.

I clicked the button. My flashed turned on. And that's when I saw it.

A pair of blood red eyes.

A/N

So there you go, my first chapter! Comment below telling me what you think so far!! I will try my best to post weekly updates. Check out my other book Choosing Wrong if you haven't already done so! Thanks!

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