Cursed - The next

Chapter 1 - Olivia

I pull my jacket closer around my shoulders before getting out of the car. It had started to rain during the journey and did not stop even after a few hours. As if the sky mourned my move as much as I did. The storm seemed to be getting stronger, the closer we got to our destination.

As soon as I put my first foot out of the safe vehicle, a strong blast strikes me and tugs at my delicate body. In order not to get wet, I call my little sister to me and sped with her over the sidewalk to the house, in front of which my father has strangled the engine of the car. I gently park my sister on the porch, where she is safe from the storm, and watch my father.

My dad got out too, but does not get away from the rain. Instead, he opens the trunk with one hand, to bring our suitcase ever to safety. Sometimes I really do not understand my father. Why does he always have to be such a "now" person. You can also wait until the storm has finally rolled away in the distance.

My dad grunts to lift our bags out of the storage space. Within seconds it is almost completely wet and after a few more completely soaked.

I can not suppress a slightly annoyed sigh. Quickly I put on my hood, although I know that will not bring anything, and then run over to him. Hurriedly I grab the last bags and hit the flap of the trunk then cumbersome with my elbow. One could also have bought the car, whose trunk closes with a foot movement, but no. He wanted it traditional.

When that's finally done, I submit to the rest of my family. I set the bag down and sit on the porch railing. Fortunately, it is not rotten, otherwise I would be on the ground faster than I can look.

Meanwhile, my dad pushes the bell button to startle the residents of the house. "I'm sorry we start our new life so rainy," Dad apologizes with a sad look at us. It's clear to me that he did not think so. After all, I did not imagine that either. However, I did not want to move.

Actually, I would also be malicious, but even I realize that he does not do that voluntarily. After all, he did not choose that Grandma should not live alone anymore. But he is a good son and has therefore given up our life in Chicago to take care of Grandma.

"Alright, Dad," I say of me: "You can not choose that either." "Thanks for being so understanding, sweetheart," he gives me a friendly smile. "I can not change that we had to move," I watch my sister staring at her wet shoes. "I know, but I'm sure you'll like it here as well," he tries to console us, "And so you can see Grandma every day."

Fortunately, he is right. I've complained enough times before that I do not see them often enough. However, I did not know how small the city is actually in which she lives.

At that moment, the door opens and my grandma puts out her wrinkled head. She has that heartfelt grin on her face that every grandma seems to learn as soon as she gets a grandson. "James, my dear", her voice is full of joy: "Nice that you are finally here." She pulls my father in her arms and literally smacks him off.

Then she breaks away from him after a felt eternity and looks at my sister and me: "Kiernan, Olivia, come to your grandma!" At her request, I walk up to her and close her in my arms. My sister just lazily stops.

She takes the whole thing much more than us. I do not want to say that I had no friends, because that's not true, but I've never been so close friends with them that I'm against the move. My sister looks very different. She had to leave her best friend for the move. How hard that was for her, I can only imagine. She was not ready for this change.

I, on the other hand, needed exactly that. Start a new life far away from Chicago and do everything the way I want it to be happy there. This small town was not exactly my desired location, but I take what I can get. I am ready for the new beginning.