The Curse...♥
A starter to my new story about how Rochelle struggles to cope as something bad happens. Comment please, if I get 5 comments I will continue.
The curse
Chapter 1
I'm sat here - sniffling. I can't believe it happened. She passed out. My big sister passed out & died. They took away the body and Jasabelle was never to be seen again. The care worker never came like she said she would. Thank God! I don't want to live in some rotten broken kids home when we - well I have a lovely, cozy 2 floored cottage. We were quite wealthy considering our cottage was passed down to us by Great Aunt Mary Cappice.
Cappice - that's my last name. Rochelle Lea Cappice is my full name. Cappice was the last name of my Great Uncle; who established this cottage in 1989 - the year my sister was born. Widow once said this family was cursed, but no one knew for sure.
My Mum ran away from the cottage with loads of money but no mobile. Two Christmas' Mum ran away because of an argument with her boyfriend. He tried to beat us once Mum left but he grew bored. Mum sent us a postcard last year. Its pinned above our beds, it read "to my dear daughters Jasabelle & Rochelle; I've moved away to a place where I won't be tracked down. I may never return & who knows if I'll survive. Much love, Mum xxx
My sister Jasabelle meant everything to me after Mum left. Not long after Mum left we became scared and locked the doors whenever we were in. Jasabelle never left me alone & turned down dates with the hottest boys of her year for me. I loved my sister so much!
Chapter 1
I'm sat here - sniffling. I can't believe it happened. She passed out. My big sister passed out & died. They took away the body and Jasabelle was never to be seen again. The care worker never came like she said she would. Thank God! I don't want to live in some rotten broken kids home when we - well I have a lovely, cozy 2 floored cottage. We were quite wealthy considering our cottage was passed down to us by Great Aunt Mary Cappice.
Cappice - that's my last name. Rochelle Lea Cappice is my full name. Cappice was the last name of my Great Uncle; who established this cottage in 1989 - the year my sister was born. Widow once said this family was cursed, but no one knew for sure.
My Mum ran away from the cottage with loads of money but no mobile. Two Christmas' Mum ran away because of an argument with her boyfriend. He tried to beat us once Mum left but he grew bored. Mum sent us a postcard last year. Its pinned above our beds, it read "to my dear daughters Jasabelle & Rochelle; I've moved away to a place where I won't be tracked down. I may never return & who knows if I'll survive. Much love, Mum xxx
My sister Jasabelle meant everything to me after Mum left. Not long after Mum left we became scared and locked the doors whenever we were in. Jasabelle never left me alone & turned down dates with the hottest boys of her year for me. I loved my sister so much!
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