The Curse

Meet Brianna

Brianna Crasse

It was always the same dream, a blue eyed, redheaded witch standing there with some guy, not even cute, with green piercing eyes and blonde hair way longer than most guys wore. they stood there in weird handmade clothes, holding hands and mumbling gibberish. That dream had haunted me ever since I could remember and always ended with them kissing and then falling down dead. How terribly dramatic.

I walked confidently through the woods early on an april Saturday, heading to my favorite place. School, that five day a week torture session, was done for the day, and I was glad of it. I had my fishing gear and camp stuff in my bag, and was so ready for a weekend in the woods alone.

My parents never really understood my obsession with being out there alone, and when I was a kid, they had tried often to redirect me, to keep me from venturing off alone, and maybe hoping that I might outgrow my love of the outdoors or at least make a friend to go with me.

speaking of friends, I whistled loudly for my best, and only buddy, Goof, my lab shepherd. He trotted up, happily licking my hand and falling in step beside me. Dogs were great, they never talked about unimportant things, or expected you to be interested in all their stuff. So much easier than people.

my little camp came into view, and I smiled. it was going to be an amazing weekend. I couldn't wait to catch some fish.