• And for a very good reason too. Every Sunday something v-e-r-y bad happens. I hate Sundays. My Father said that I was born on a Sunday- therefore I am an unlucky child. It must be a curse. Ever since my 13th birthday- I must admit it was a terrible day. It was about four weeks ago. Ever since bad things have happened on EVERY Sunday. The first Sunday after my 13th, my Mother passed. The Sunday after that, my best friend and her Father were involved in a car crash with several other people that were on the road and nobody survived. After that, my school went up in flames and not one soul besides myself lived to tell the tale. Not even the class' pet fish.
    (Now that's odd because the teacher said they were miracle fish that could survive anything. You name it, a fire, drought, snow, it could withstand anything) And last but not least, last Sunday my Father attempted to murder me.

    He's tired of these terrible events that are happening and he thinks if I exist no more, then it won't happen again. But apparently this isn't true. According to a Fortune Teller I went to see in the carnival last weekend told me that there are more unfortunates like myself, and that we should meet up and try to remove the curse... But that's too easy, right?