Cursed - The next

Chapter 2 - Olivia

Did you get stuck in a traffic jam and how did you handle the bad weather? The joy of her arrival is clear to her. For too long we have not had the opportunity to talk to each other in person. Although we have occasionally phoned each other, but that's different.

I close my eyes and try to remember all of her shattered questions: "The ride was fine and somehow we managed to dodge the traffic jams, although the bad weather was quite disturbing, but we survived it." "That sounds good," says my grandma, before she tries to get up from her chair.

My dad is faster, though: "Hey, Mom, you do not have to get up extra, I can help you." "Well, can you fetch the cherry pie I baked for today? He's in the fridge," she asks her son with a grateful smile. He nods and rises from his seat: "Oh, Mom, you did not have to bake for today." "Well, I like it," Kiernan rubs his lips.

"I knew you were happy about that," I answer. "As if you do not want cake," she tries to tease me. "No," I say honestly, "And even if, my main focus would not be on it." "Luckily I'm not you," she greets staring at the cake. I roll my eyes. "I'm glad about that too," I say. "Girls, do not argue," our father said, "This is a new beginning for us, so we will not fight on the first day."

"Yes, Dad," we say at the same time. "I'm so glad you're finally here," Grandma takes the cake server while my dad distributes the plates. "I'm happy, too," my dad says, while my sister and myself answer with silence. My grandmother looks at us questioningly. "For the two, the move was pretty hard to accept," Dad explains cautiously. Now I'm pretty sorry. "It's not you Grandma," I try to reassure her, "It was difficult for us both to leave home and our friends, after all, we've been there all our lives." With a gentle smile on her lips, she reaches for my hand: "Of course I can understand that, sweetheart, but I'm sure you'll settle in here quickly." "Hopefully," I admit honestly.

My dad puts a piece of cake on each of us. I grab a small fork and begin to separate a portion of the pastry. Slowly, I shove the fruit biscuits into my mouth: "Tell me Grandma?" "Yes?", The others have started to eat. "Are there any special places in the city?" I try to inquire, "For teenagers, I mean." "Joa, maybe a few", she stares thoughtfully at her plate: "You can go out tomorrow after school and look around the city." You can not really get lost here. " Well, my sense of direction is not exactly the best. I would manage to get lost.

But when she mentions the school, I drop my fork and bite my lip. School! I did not think about that anymore. I'm not that typical school hater, but I'm not looking forward to the new school. As well as. I know no one here in the city and everyone who has read at least one youth book knows that it never goes out well for 'the new'.

"I have already brought the necessary books for me," Grandma drilled further in the wound around. "Do I have to go to school tomorrow?", I moan slightly: "I could start in the next school year, too." "I think that would be better too", my sister actively supports me. "No, I do not want to talk about it again," Dad tells us, "We talked about that while we were still in Chicago, and we decided you'd go to school." "We did not decide that, but you," contradicts Kiernan: "We were not allowed to have a say in the matter." "Because there is nothing to decide," he contradicts my sister: "I discuss with neither of you about it and basta."

Kiernan rolls his eyes and strokes his straight shoulder-length blond hair. "At least I can still get things," I continue to ask, "Something like a college block or something." "Yes, you can do that," he replies and pushes me over a tens: "Then you'll get to know the city a bit." "And still like to go shopping for a while", to my surprise, my grandma pulls out a twenty dollar bill and a little change from her pocket. I do not know why she has it in it, but I will not question it either. That's okay by me.

"Thank you, Grandma", a happy smile crept on my lips: "But that's really not necessary." "Yes, it is," she looks at me seriously: "Have a little fun, get involved, you deserve it." "Thanks," I hug the old woman.