Cursed

 

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What Am I?

 April is standing on the school field, having a disagreement with her gym partner Jessica. April is a popular, and pretty brunette girl who loves mystery movies, perhaps because of the abundance of it in her life. She loves drawing superhero plants, she's passionate about Paris, she fears  walks near a tree where Abby is  Can you believe Jennifer?

Main character girl: (short pause)...Did you say apricots? 

PG: (judgemental stare)...No. 


(Different day)

PG is talking with friends, while MG is listening in on the outside


PG's friend: I heard she's moving

PG: no! Where?

PGF: Baltimore. Her parents are converting into...Mennonites? Or soup kitchen people? For sure, some charity types

PG: She’s one of the good ones. Now we’re left with the freaks


(MG noticeably turns around to the girls, looking like she’s going to be saying something, but pauses with a prolonged silence while the group of girls look at her uncomfortably. MG was going to ask if PG said something about apricots, but MG had suspicions that perhaps she didn’t). 

PG: see what I mean?

(Group of girls laugh, while MG feels bad).


Abby walks home, while her mind soars to the stars. Imagining an audience, she addresses them directly.


"Do you ever feel... you’re so close to something, so close you can almost feel it? Grab it in your hands so tight, so it cant leave, so that you know that it’s 10,000% real? So irrefutable that noone on God's green earth can tell you any different? But. Just as you go to put your hands on it, it vanishes? Like you’re seeing a ghost that you can’t touch? Nobody else sees it, and you’re the only one? .... does that sound crazy? Probably. Maybe I’m the ghost. Floating around unbeknownst to everyone. And what I’m attempting to reach isn’t some form of magic, but, reality. Ghosts can’t live among the living, the dead aren’t in this world. They moved on. I imagine that all the greats like Mary Shelly and Kafka and Einstein and  a million more are all friends paying poker and discussing, not life, but life after life. I seem to spend more time thinking about them than I do living with the living. Maybe I am a ghost, I certainly like them better."

"My name is Abigail Greenford. I’m a student in the 10th grade, an avid tea drinker, and oh ya, I’m cursed. That story is long, trust me, but here’s the short version: a couple years ago, I was playing hide and seek with my younger sister in the woods by our house, on that day I went further in than I normally do. I felt a strange feeling, then I heard a voice, he said Abigail Dana Greenford" Abby says with a low voice, "daughter of Jolene and Jack Greenford, you trespass. You violate without a care. Your awareness needs awareness. You’re punishment is a curse, you will forever mistake someone for talking about apricots! Now, leave! Before your fate falls into further severity and anguish!”

"Ever since then, when people talk about apricots, I never know if it’s actually them talking about apricots or it’s my curse playing tricks on me. This gets me in all sort of trouble, but trouble is my favourite place to be."



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Who Am I?

 April is standing on the school field, having a disagreement with her gym partner Jessica. April is a popular and pretty brunnette girl, who loves mystery movies, perhaps because the lack of any mystery in her own life. This contentious girl loves to draw superhero plants, is passionate about Paris, and fears intamacy. After an abrupt and emphatic hair flip, April walks away from Jessica to Abby, who's standing by a tree. April unloads immediately "Can you believe Jennifer?"

Abby takes a few momemts, and asks "...Did you say apricots?"

April, unenthused, replies with a snarky "...No."


A few days later, now in a classroom, April is talking with some of her friends, while Abby is listening in from outside the circle. 


Whitney, Aprils friend, reveals "I heard she's moving away"

April gasps "No! Where?"

"Baltimore. Her parents are converting into...Mennonites? Or soup kitchen people? I don't know, some charity types or something"

"She’s one of the good ones" April let's out, then continues "now we’re just left with the freaks"


Abby noticeably turns around to the girls, looking like she’s about to say something, but pauses with a prolonged silence while the group of girls look at her uncomfortably. Abby was going to ask if April said something about apricots, but Abby has suspicions that perhaps it wasn't mentioned.

April breaks the silence "see what I mean?"

The group of girls laugh, while Abby turns back around feeling bad. 


Later that day, Abby, an energetic girl, walks home while her mind soars to the stars. She imagines an audience, and addresses them directly.


"Do you ever feel... you’re so close to something, so close you can almost feel it? Grab it in your hands so tight, so it cant ever leave, so that you know that it’s 10,000% real? So irrefutable that noone on God's green earth can tell you any different? But. Just as you go to put your hands on it, it vanishes? As if you’re seeing a ghost that you can’t touch? Nobody else sees it, and you’re the only one? .... does that sound crazy? Probably. Maybe I’m the ghost. Floating around unbeknownst to everyone. And what I’m attempting to reach isn’t some form of magic, but, reality. Ghosts can’t live among the living, the dead aren’t in this world. They moved on. I imagine that all the greats like Mary Shelly and Kafka and Einstein and  a million more are all friends paying poker and discussing, not life, but life after life. I seem to spend more time thinking about them than I do living with the living. Maybe I am a ghost, I certainly like them better."

"My name is Abigail Greenford. I’m a student in the 10th grade, an avid tea drinker, and oh ya, I’m cursed. That story is long, trust me, but here’s the short version: a couple years ago, I was playing hide and seek with my younger sister in the woods by our house, on that day I went further in than I normally do."

"I felt a strange feeling, then I heard a voice, he said Abigail Dana Greenford" Abby changes to a low voice, as if telling a kids horror story "daughter of Jolene and Jack Greenford, you trespass. You violate without care. Your awareness has no awareness.  You’re punishment is a curse, you will forever mistake someone for talking about apricots! Now, leave! Before your fate falls into further severity and anguish!”

She returns to her normal voice "ever since then, when people talk about apricots, I never know if it’s actually them talking about apricots or it’s my curse playing tricks on me. This gets me in all sort of trouble, but trouble is my favourite place to be." 



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