The Magical Curse

Chapt. 1 (ALI)

Hi I'm Alexandra Winters Night Athena Ramirez Valdez. I've been called many names during my life but, I'll let you call me Ali. Remember, I only let people call me "Ali" once I trust them.

To start off as someone being gravely honest, I feel as if I'm no one in this world. As if I was invisible and that I didn't exist. I don't think that anyone could see me, not even my own mother, not even my step-dad Bill, definitely not my own father who left me and my mom when I was three. Besides, that kid in my mom's womb probably wouldn't know me at all because I might be gone even before she'd be born.

At school, you could say that I'm almost every kind of intelligent. Yet, nobody sees that part of me. They think I'm this dumb kid. But well, fine by me. I don't care. I never did. As long as I get to do something, I'm fine with that. It doesn't matter if nobody notices.

Okay.

To start off with something, it all started one normal day. The principal had announced a god forsaken assembly.

You see, I hate assemblies just as much as I hate Tristan Summit. He was a total bully. I still remember during our first day in freshman year...

What the hell am I supposed to do. I'm lost.

I searched far and wide for my room. I mean, I guess I could be excused. I probably won't be the only one who'll turn up late. It is our first day. I shook my head. I couldn't be late. I shouldn't be late. Never in my life I have been late, that is my unspoken rule.

Eventually, after going around in circles, I gave up. I slumped myself on the floor, against the wall, and sighed. I put my head down, tired and sick of it. But, it rose the moment I heard voices. And, so did my legs.

"Hey," I heard the voice "What's goin' on with ya'?" He seemed nice, I thought as he tucked his hand in his pockets. "You seem lost..." His voice trailed off.

"Yeah..." I responded, suspicious and not wanting to give my trust to him. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"Well, I can help you." He smirked.

"Sure..." I raised a brow.

He stretched his hand in front of me, meaning to ask for my schedule. I gave it to him reluctantly. He noticed but he smiled instead of showing off that he felt offended. He glanced through my paper, his eyes going from left to right, then going down. I felt tense as he did this. I kept taping my feet on the floor. Moments later, he finished off and handed me back my paper. He put a grin on his face then opened his mouth to tell me something.

"Go forward then go left. The last room in that hallway is where you'll be having your first class. Mine is the room left of yours so if you want, I can go with you there? I'm guessing you didn't come here last week for the orientation, eh?"

I pursed my lips and shook my head. I had a reason to not attend the orientation and I don't want to think about it... I looked up to see his smile larger than when I last saw him. He seems friendly, I thought as I followed him through.

Later, I found out that his name was Tristan and he became my first friend in high school...and my first enemy. During our sophomore year he changed and ever since then, all he ever did was made my life more miserable. I was wrong to put my trust on him.

And, in almost everything in school, he always happens to be near wherever I am. I don't know what's in that mind of his but he probably always plans on when my funeral could be coming. And, if he were the one who would cause it. I hope he does so I can just get over with my life.

To move on, I went to the grand hall. There, we would have the assembly. Then, I saw him, Tristan. He looked at me then smirked evilly. The same smirk I used to see now corrupted from the evil within his eyes but...

He smiled, ear to ear, forming the knives I feared.

"Hey, you," He said. "Ya' know, I'm out of money. Mind if I take yours?" He looked at me, half expecting me to answer. "Course not. Now give." He put out his palm where he wants me to put that dirty money. I spat at him and a scowl appeared on his face as he wiped it off.

"You ain't givin' me, huh?" He responded to my actions. "Well, how 'bout we take it out of you the hard way." He walked up to me, his face barely two inches from mine.

I glared at his eyes as he did the same. I wanted to find something in those eyes but, as usual, nothing. No fear, anger, nor satisfaction. Nothing. I backed off when I realized it. And, he sneered.

I stumbled back, unafraid but worried for myself at the same time. Though, I had gotten used to it. Just as how I had gotten used to the hands holding me back from running. Just as how I had gotten used to the fists Tristan made. Just as how I had gotten used to the many people surrounding us. I had gotten used to all of this. And, yet again, it was happening all over again, in circles we go.

So...yeah...this is the edited version of the chapter with a little bit of a new addition to it. Also, I would like to inform everyone out there that this book is under editing and is probably on hold. Umm...yeah, bye.

-A