Curse Girl

Chapter 1: Do Not Talk

A notebook appeared open on the table, along with a blue inked pen that was left to overlay it. The thing from the paper was untouched and remained silent without being looked at in the slightest. The teenage girl as the owner blows the air slowly, accompanied by her feelings that create thought.

𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪. 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪. 𝘐𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯, 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘭𝘶𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢, 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘭𝘶𝘬 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘈𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘥𝘳𝘢, 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘳𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪 𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘢. 𝘐𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯, 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘩, 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘶.

𝘋𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘪. 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘺𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯—𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘭𝘶𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘱 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱—𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘬𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳. 𝘐𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘩, 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘭𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢. 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘭𝘶𝘬 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯, 𝘮𝘢𝘶𝘱𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘭𝘶𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢-𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘚𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘬, 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘪 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘱𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘢. 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨. 𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘯, 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘩𝘬𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘭𝘶𝘬 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱. 𝘐𝘢 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘯.

𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪, 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘶 𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘬 𝘥𝘪 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘯, 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘶 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘢. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘪, 𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘭𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘪𝘸𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘪.

The girl began to exhale after allowing her inner expression. He expanded his vision into darkness, looking at the blue pen above the book. The discomfort made him get rid of the stationery. When the self has been pensive long enough, he also chose to end his poetic mind.

After getting out of the chair, he came to his bed feeling cold, then lay down and immediately closed his eyes. Moments later, a miracle happened in his book. Letter by letter began to appear in purplish blue ink, then stringing words together into sentences, until it ended up forming five paragraphs.

On the sheet of the book, it was written the same words as his inner expression. The identity of the sun, the roar of the waves in the ocean, the calming sound of a group of trees, and the existence of the air. It was all written without his knowledge.

Although darkness dominates, air vents are where the moon channels its luster. So also with the cool breeze that gives peace to the girl. Until he fell asleep forgetting the usual time used to be a benchmark.

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The warm light started to slowly wake a girl. The drowsiness that still envelops makes the girl's laziness grow. However, he immediately took a sitting position, blinked a few times, then shook his hands in front of his eyes.

After gently inhaling and exhaling the air, a smile she carved on her thin lips. He paused for a moment with a pleased look, before his brain gave him a memory.

The pink netra of the girl looked towards the east, precisely at a learning table of wood. There is a closed notebook there, also a blue-purple pen. Out of curiosity, he immediately put away his blanket and got out of bed.

A chill filled his body as he occupied his study chair. Without any bad thoughts, his hand quickly opened the notebook before him. Some of the pages looked blank and unwritten, making him flick through the sheets of the book quickly. Finally, he found a book page that had blue writing.

His vision looked carefully at the words written there, while the brain processed and interpreted them. However, a sense of surprise immediately gathered from knowing the words in the book.

"Kieta," muttered the girl in a voice that was not heard by the ears.

The writing written on the book instantly disappeared like dust. Although fear began to haunt his mind, a feeling of relief and calm had already been received. He quickly closed the book and sighed, then saw the slightly dark atmosphere of the room.

The white girl made a smile, then moved from where she sat and opened the window curtain. His eyes closed for a while due to the glare. After adapting, he ventured to look at the sunlight.

"Looking at the light is painful, yes" she said before turning to look at her messy room.

The girl immediately tidied up her room, from the bed and the scattered books. It didn't take long for him to clean up this mess. However, a fairly short melodic sound managed to stop him from cleaning the room.

Netra pink like her diamond looked towards the long mirror beside her. He was silent for a moment to see his own reflection. He began to touch his reflection in the mirror, right on his short pink hair. This ... me?

The short melody returned whispering to his hearing, making him immediately turn to the origin of the sound. He stepped onto the nightstand and took the phone from there. After turning it on, he saw and read in silence: 05:50, Monday the 2nd of January.

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The warmth that was delivered by the light has arrived. Sweep the wind with a subtle sound is no less encouraging channel coolness. However, it slightly shook the leaves of the trees planted by the roadside. Although it has no effect on small houses and other buildings.

𝘒𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘢𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘪.

The pink-eyed teenage girl sat down about the city where she lived, while putting a broom in the corner of the white-walled room. He walked a few steps on the white ceramic floor, then sat on a bench occupied by a pink bag.

The air that was constantly caressing her pink hair was now whispering to her hearing. His eyes glanced around. There was no one in the classroom except her.

𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯.

The pair of eyes of the girl began to look at the white clouds decorating the sky, then turned on the students who walked into the school.

They all look small. The expression of the girl in white looks flat, already tired of looking out the window of her class on the second floor.

"Alone again, huh, Ilfra?" Questions in a soft low voice suddenly rang out, stopping the reverie of Ilfra Alfyna Avylin—the bored girl of the immortal.

A sense of surprise immediately Ilfra alienated, then her right hand immediately grabbed the pen that was left on the table. He also wrote a sentence on an empty book page, then showed it to the question thrower. It was written on the book paper: Yes. Waiting for you, Lina.

"So, yes," said Shifera Ilina Symphony—the girl who started the conversation— while sitting next to Ilfra.

The girl started wearing a bluetooth headset while looking at the phone, regardless of Ilfra who was watching her with a smile.

Can I hear your music? I want to hear it. Write Ilfra in a book that becomes a communication tool.

"Ah, okay." Lina immediately responded and gave her one bluetooth headset.

The soothing sound of music entered Ilfra's hearing after wearing it. He enjoyed the peaceful tone, until the sound of singing became the center of his attention.

Eh? Lina ... singing? Instantly, the Ilfra pink netra seemed to reflect light. The feeling of pleasure in him moved his finger to turn the pen.

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺𝘢, 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘶𝘪𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘪. 𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘪.

"Here, yeah." Ilfra was wide-eyed and looked directly into Lina's eyes when the music was no longer heard. "You don't have to talk."

Ilfra was stunned after hearing that resonating word, in disbelief and could only fall silent together in fear. His vision became darker and slightly bumpy, almost like a television screen affected by interference.

𝘌𝘩? 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘢 … 𝘬𝘢𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘶, 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘢? 𝘈–𝘢𝘬𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘳 '𝘬𝘢𝘯? 𝘒𝘢𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪 𝘪𝘵𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘬𝘢𝘯? 𝘏𝘦𝘪, 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘢. 𝘑𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘬𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘶. 𝘒𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦𝘪, 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘢, 𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘯!

"Ilfra, awake!"