The Legacy of the curse

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in. For the past three weeks, we'd eaten lunch together almost every day, and hones

s, sometimes just one. Thankfully, nothing too seriou

pink crop top and matching shorts. He wore it-he actually wor

ressively, trying to force it back to life, and the ink exploded all ove

paper in the school restroom. I won't get into the details, bu

d like it never existed. I told the teacher, and of course, she gave me an F. A whole week l

hate bei

ter. Ring. Oh, that's the be

a little easier. I walked into the room with a small smile. I quickly

really connected with are Cassie, Daniel, and Rachel.

lass," I heard a

That's

r is an old man...

, and I'll be your substitu

unexpected. Mr. Grayson didn't me

a long black skirt and a violet blouse that shimmered slightly under the lights. Her hair was thick and dark, coiled neatly behind her shoulders.Something abou

oom. His expression was unreadable, bu

miere explained, her voice light and even. "I

andwriting I'd ever seen-sharp, smooth cursive, like it belonged in

kind that isn't written down. The kind passed o

ned for her. The girls beside me whispered something about her outfit. Someo

come from?" she asked, almost casually. "Whethe

s notebook. I just kept staring a

ng near the window. "The idea that some things run deeper

id it. Not dramatic. Not eerie. Just..

ts flicke

was just a power thing. But I saw the way Ms.

n like nothi

nd symbols, oral tradition, and how stories change over time. It was interesting,

g, I let out a breath I di

pped into the hallway. Before I could t

t, right?" he

ct that she talks like she's from the 1800s, t

e me goosebumps. And I don't

at the classroom. "The way she moved, the way s

e didn't even flinch wh

rmal people at least lo

gh the crowded hallway. Students brushed past us

owering my voice, "was how familiar

ed. "You thi

thinking it. But there's something about h

t when she talked about memory in our bones, I fel

pped on my chest. Like maybe... our fam

rested his hand on the rail wh

gonna be here al

" I sighed.

d tell it didn't come f

er did

hared with Cassie and Rachel. The familiar hum of the ceiling fan did littl

, neat as always. Rachel was tapping her pen a

saw a ghost," Rachel said

a lecture from one," I mut

ed up. "Crys

id. "She's..

ring lunch," Cassie added. "Sai

ther time. And the way she looked at people-like sh

a face. "That

ut how stories pass through bloodlines. About remembering

w furrowed. "

"It felt like she was s

pen finally still. "Do you think s

ething about her felt off. Not danger

Rachel. "Well, we've had our f

And something tells me i

wn and open our textbooks. But the thought of Crystal Lemiere stil

**

, it had grown heavier. As I stepped outside, the sky had already shifted i

the front gate. I joined them without sayi

ence. "So... is it just me

's like she brought something with her.

ured. "Like our blood remembering things. Who

the school building. "Do y

nswer, the front doors

tu

was

ne hand, her long coat fluttering in the wind even though the

d, voice oddly calm. "Storms may n

ide, the doors shutting behind

of us

hat supposed to mean

her words-something in her tone

Daniel said slowly. "She could

arms around herself.

r now that hadn't been there moments ago. A st

d out who she re

in now-Crystal Lemiere wasn'

of whatever story she'd wal

the

story-it means a lot. I'm super e

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