The Cursed

The click of the front door was accompanied by loud chatter. The three sets of footsteps bustled about, there voices wafting threw the air.
"Hey, was that door always open?"
I cursed silently to myself, the least I could've done was shut the door.
"No-."
Heavy footsteps filled my ears, curling towards the room I had been standing in.
"-Who the hell is the-?"
My attention flickered from the familiar teen to the two others standing behind him. Of course one of my roomates had to be the guy I had bumped into ealier.
"You."
He snapped, irrtation written in his voice.
"Me."

The world was never as it seemed, always throwing you twists and turns. But nobody expected mythical beings to appear on the face of the earth. Though the government wasn't as troubled as everybody expected. Which is why the government organized many different programs in both schooling and work experiences. Though it also gave birth to an organization that delt with curses and cursed objects. Which wasn't as fun as people thought it would be, especially when they had to deal with the Cursed. A mark given to a child touched by shadows of forbidden magic.
Though nobody ever thought a very wealthy family could give birth to a Cursed. It had startled the family, along with the Vatican. The last Cursed one born was years ago, nobody had expected another one to be born.
Pandora's mother had died in childbirth, leaving her to grow in a cold enviormemt of the family main house. The curse mark making her power quite unsteady. The Curse had burnt itself onto the child's skin. The family didn't know how to help her besides sending her to the Academy. A place where younglings where taught to use there powers and abilities. She ignored the wierd looks, opting to figure out how to survive Herb Growing 101.
But things get instresting when she runs into a paticular student, and then she finds herself sucked into a new crowd.
She had never expected highschool to be so hard.
Wait, when was lunch agian?