I know I shouldn't but how could I not. He was the school's sweetheart and my crush since form 2.

Wei Shan was everyone's dream boy. The Chinese transfer student who had won everyone's heart with his charm, looks and smile.

I sighed softly to myself and after one last glance at him, I turned around and almost fell back in shock. My best friend, Shira stood there with a disapproving look on her face.

"What???" I whined like a child, and she shook her head.

"Stalking... really? You're more than that Jinx. Seriously." she replied and I pouted.

"I just wanted to see him for the last time today. You know 🥺"

Shira sighed but said nothing again. She grabbed my arm and started to pull me away.

"Where are we going?"

"The library. The others are there already."

"What's wrong?"I asked starting to get worried.

"Oh nothing. We just want to plan a getaway excuse from your parents for you so that you can attend Shan's Halloween party."she dropped, and I stopped in my tracks.

"WHAT!!!"I screamed.

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Shira sighed and stopped walking too." We know how bad you like Shan, so we want to help."

I shook my head. "You should know by now that my parents won't let me attend a party."

"That's why we want to help. You haven't been to a party before. You've got to attend this one."

"You think they'll allow me?" I asked unsure

Shira smiled." That's why we have Jira. She's our key."

I sighed but argued no more. If they could get my parents to actually agree to this then my life could get a little better than how it is now.

Like my name, my folks believe I'm a curse, or I'm cursed... I don't know which exactly 😰. Anyway, there was a relative who the family had disowned in the past. They had claimed she was a witch who relished in the power of dark energy and had made many perish in agony. Nobody knew when she died but when my parents had their first pregnancy fortune told, the shaman told them I was a special at the same time dangerous child. He could not tell which would be the one to pop up, the good or bad side.

He also mentioned something about a dead relative who had dark energy was going to pass her spirit unto me...her cursed spirit, if you must know. I know, crazy and stupid right.

Anyway my family believed and I was named Jinx. The first occurrence of the supposed curse happened to my mother, according to my father. I had been told that the reason why mama could not talk was because of me. I had touched her mouth accidentally with my dainty little fingers and bam!her speech was gone. Several other occurrences I prefer not to talk about.

So there you have it, a short history about me.