Death is my STALKER?!

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Summary

Death follows me around. Like literally. Parents? Dead. Dog? Dead. Goldfish? Flushe down the toilet. Sounds kinda morbid if I put it that way, but what can I say? If it happens, it simply happens... right? Jade Richards. Just your average sob story; an orphan, lives by herself in a crappy apartment she can barely pay on time, has to work multiple jobs yadda yadda yadda you know the drill. Leave it to her miserable luck to ruin everything for her, at least that's what she thinks. But what if it's something more? Something bigger than what she can see? Something... deadly.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1

Jade

"So! You think you can get away with another month of not paying rent?! No! I don't think so!"

Tia Kamura screeched, droplets of spit flying from her mouth. I resisted the urge to wipe my face and went to follow Tia Kamura who was barging in my apartment.

"Please Tia, just give me till the end of the week and I promise I'll be able to pay you."

I begged, my eyes growing wide as Tia Kamura went to my closet and started to ripping my clothes out from their hangers. It wasn't the first time that I wasn't able to pay rent but it never went to this extent.

"No! I've had enough of your promises! I want you out of here by tonight! I've already rented this room out to better paying customers." Tia Kamura spat, throwing my clothes out the door.

Tears sprang from my eyes as Tia Kamura continued to throw my clothes out and into the hallway. I sank to the floor slightly choking on my tears. Where will I live now? What kind of luck is this?

"If you're still here when I come back, I'll be sure to get the police!" Tia Kamura screamed shoving me hard and out of her way as she went out the door.

Other renters had already came out of their rooms to see what the commotion was all about. They looked at me with pity as they openly stared at me and whispered to one another. I wiped my tears harshly as I picked my clothes up, my blood boiling with sudden anger. I had enough of the stares, enough of the whispering, and most of all; I had enough of the pity.

I slammed the door of the apartment that I once called mine, tears flowing down my cheeks again. Ever since my parents died in that car crash, rotten luck seemed to follow me everywhere. I had to jump from one foster home to another. You want to know why? For some reason, death seemed to follow me almost everywhere. In every foster home, its either a pet dies or a person, how that links with me? I have no idea. But they always seemed to die when I'm in the room. Like there was this one time I was blending a mango juice, I turned for a few minutes and low and behold! A fish jumped in my juice. And the weird part, it was one of the fishes from our aquarium that was ACROSS THE ROOM! How would you explain that? Long story short, I was kicked out of that foster home for attemped fish-icide, whatever.