The curse of Mary Jane

Chapter 15

"Dyandra, why are you crying?" Asked Carter in a concerned way.

They were in the hallway at school.

"My hair!" Sobbed Dyandra.

Carter frowned.

"It looks the same as usual.."

Dyandra cried even more.

"I-I'm sorry! Please don't cry!" Carter said nervously as he wiped a tear off of Dyandra's face.

"I was never born with black hair Carter! I was born with blond hair! Mary Jane-"

Dyandra paused for a moment.

"Um, nevermind. You wouldn't believe me.."

Dyandra bit her lip as she looked down at the ground. Carter lifted her chin up slowly as Dyandra stared into his eyes.

"You can trust me." he said with a small smile.

"Should I tell him..?" Dyandra thought to herself. But she knew Carter would hate her if she told him. She would never get the chance to get back with him again.

"N-no, I really can't tell you, Carter..." Dyandra said looking away.

Carter grabbed her hand.

"Okay, I understand."

Dyandra looked back at Carter and smiled at him.

"Finally," she thought. "Carter is all mine."

"I'll see you after school okay? I need to ask you something important." He said with a smile.

As Carter walked away, Dyandra smiled to hersf.

"Dyandra!!" Called out a voice behind her.

Dyandra flinched and accidentally dropping a tiny mirror that was in her pocket. It hit the ground, and broken shards flew all over the floor.

"Ugh!" Dyandra complained. It was a $90 antique sliver mirror from japan. She bent down to pick up all the pieces off the floor.

"Oooh, a broken mirror equals 7 years of bad luck! Better watch out, Dyandra!" The voice exclaimed with a laugh.

Dyandra picked up the last piece of glass and turned around to see who the person was but no one was there.

Thinking back, Dyandra noticed that the voice had sounded a lot like Mary Jane's.

Dyandra laughed to herself. It wasn't Mary Jane. It couldn't have been. Mary Jane was dead.

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When Dyandra got back home, she decided to go paint her nails because they looked absolutely disgusting. She could still see blood stains on her finger nails.

Grabbing a bottle of red nail polish, she sat on her bed and started to apply coats of it on her nails. She blew on her finger nails, but when they dried the red colour faded away, turning into black.

"What the-"

A shiver ran up her spine, noticing how creepy her fingers looked, black polish and blood.

Dyandra grabbed some nail polish remover and started to rub it off.

It didn't erase.

"Mom!" She shouted and her mother came in.

"Yes, Dyandra?"

"My nail," she cried. "The polish won't come off!"

Dyandra's mother sighed and grabbed a cotton ball. She effortlessly removed the polish of her nails.

"Dyandra, don't tell me this is another one of your pranks!"

"Mom I-"

"No more pranks!"

Her mom left the room.

Dyandra sighed and looked back at her nails. The nail polish faded back, darker than ever. Dyandra glared at the wall angrily.

"Go away Mary Jane. This is getting stupid!"

She threw her nail polish bottle at the wall, watching the shattered pieces fall to the floor along with the oozy red polish, looking so much like blood...

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Hey guys! Sorry we didn't get to upload chapter 15 yesterday! Rianna was suppose to upload it but she was really busy lately! Anyways, here's chapter 15(: hope you like it! xx