Cursed For #life Naomi I vaguely remember promising myself that this summer was going to be amazing. In fact Damian, Candy, and I had a huge discussion over it. “Naomi, this summer we are gonna go places! Damians got the money, you got the smarts, and I'm the best one ‘cause I make stuff un-boring.” Candy had said. It always made me laugh thinking about it. Candy had a great sense of humor, one of her best qualities! She could make anyone smile. I shook my head and quickly turned my attention back to my back to school shopping list. School started in a week... No I was wrong, Hell started in a week, I mean I love school and all, but ever since two weeks ago I haven't. The activists were really picking up their game because of the fact that we were all going into highschool... I think it was to impress their parents, who are also activists, and high ranked ones at that! And who was their main target... BINGO, you guessed it, me. I don’t know why, maybe because my hair is the color of a traffic cone, or maybe because I’m cursed with one of the rarest animals in the world, or that I was small and defenseless, or maybe... I stopped there, because I knew that there were more than a million reasons for why they targeted me. I rolled my eyes, My head could wander so far off topic... ‘come on Naomi, focus’ I thought to myself. I crumpled the paper up and stuck in my jean pocket. “Why the ---- Am I worrying about this now?!?” I asked myself, frustrated. I shook my head and slouched over my desk, Yawning. after a few minutes of nothing I decided to phone Candy for a sleepover, I dialed the number but then decided against pressing ‘send’. I was too tired for her. I mean I loved her like a sister, but I couldn’t handle her sometimes. I grabbed my book bag and filled it with the things I usually took with me when I went out, “Pawz! Were going to the park!” I yelled as I pulled a light sweater on. Pawz walked in lazily then climbed into my book bag. I left the house leaving a note on the counter saying I will be gone for a while. In FaunaFlora Autumnbrook it was legal to drive a scooter or motorcycle without a special license or even a license at all. As long as I passed the YD (young Drivers) test Which was just a little certificate saying that it was okay to drive a scooter/motorcycle before I turned 16. It was helpful. the scooter was purple with a grey seat and handlebars. I had a couple of bumper stickers on it, but my favorite was one that said ‘Pro cursed’ with a picture of a cursed, Other, and human holding hands, and beside it had writing that said ‘We are one Heart away from change’. I admired it momentarily then hopped onto my scooter. The park was a fifteen minute ride from my home; It was a clearing in the tree it had a picnic table, with a barbecue next to it, a round a ‘bout, a teeter totter, a swing set, and a slide. It was very simple and thats what I like about it. Damian, Candy, and I used to play here constantly when we were little. Now, well, we still come here a lot, but not as much, and we don’t ‘play’. We just hang out I guess. I parked my scooter, then set Pawz down. “Okay we're here, now what do you wanna do?” She asked walking towards a tree that seemed perfect for climbing. I followed her and thought about the question, “I don’t know... I just needed to get away from the despicable school shopping list! I swear everytime I look at it I feel as if the activists are right there staring at me” I said sighing. Pawz rolled her eyes, “Naomi, you don’t really think they’ll go to that much of an extreme do you?--” I cut her off, “YES, because it’s high school. And the activists WILL be stepping up their game!” I growled angrily. “You don’t know that!” She huffed back. We ended there. Pawz knows they’ll step up their game, she know’s the what when why where and how of it all. Though, she’s only denying it because she hates when I think about that stuff. I ignored her chatter and brought out my laptop. It was very small, Small enough to be easily carried with one hand. it suited me though. I logged into my account (the only account) and started writing. admiring the cool fall weather. I could have easily typed all day long, though, with the snap of a twig and the udderly familiar scent of sweat, and french fry’s I knew I wouldn’t be able too.