the most cursed day of the year

Hello, I don’t know exactly why you’re reading this, but if you’re connected to one of “them”, then please, STOP READING.

But if you’re here to hear my story, then sit back and enjoy.

My story begins in 1941, about 80 years ago. In the boarding school for juvenile delinquency, named after Nickol and Tom.R Noria.

And guess who went there?

Victoria Hellyer Aodsky, AKA me.

I was about 13 years old at the time, well..I’m still 13, but that’s not the point.

The point of this school was to “show problematic teenagers a better future”, but in reality, it just existed to lock all the bad kids in one place and keep them from doing troubles.

We didn’t really learn anything special or important, nor we didn’t care, so we mostly just joked around.

However, there was one day when we weren’t allowed to do anything besides acting perfect, and that day was on June 19th, or how we called it: “the most cursed day of the year”.

June 19th was the day the inspector came to school, and let me tell you, he was tough as nails.

His name was John Bob Williams, and if there’s anything you should know about him, is that he loved rules, and he didn’t just love them, he was CRAZY about them.

If someone even DARED to brack the rules when he was around, it didn’t end well.

For some reason, and I don’t even know why, Williams REALLY hated me, and he didn’t just hate me, that man despised me with all of his heart.

He always picked on me, watched me, and made sure I’m 100% perfect.

I mean, I get why he would hate me, I was a really annoying kid, but it seems like he had something personal against me.

I have no idea what have I done to this man, but to be honest, I don’t really care.

Wanna know why?

Because Williams was a fucking horrible person.

He never cared about anyone but himself, and all he did was act like an asshole.

I really do hate that man.

Anyway, sorry about that, I should probably go back to talking about June 19th.

As I said before, June 19th was what we called; “the most cursed day of the year”, but trust me when I say that I did have my own reason to call this day like that.

You see, even though I hated Williams, I somehow managed to tolerate him, and that’s because of the day after, on June 20th, it was my birthday, and the last day of school.

My birthday was always the best day of the year, the teacher let me bake whatever I want, everyone in my grade gave me money as gifts and my friends and I went to the mall and to the movies for the rest of the day. So no matter what, I still got to enjoy my birthday.

However, on June 19th of 1941, something changed.

At first, it seemed like the day was just like any other June 19th we had before, but toward the end of the day, Williams called me for a “meeting”.

Whenever Williams calls someone for a “meeting”, it’s usually a bad sign.

Our meeting was in the headmaster’s room, because it’s pretty much the only quiet room at the entire school, beside the janitor’s storage room.

The headmaster’s room is almost ALWAYS filled with a dark atmosphere and it gives this creepy feeling that sends shivers down your spine.

He sat there, on the leather chair behind his desk, with a sinister look on his face, waiting for me to sit down in the small chair in front of him.

I swallowed a ragged breath and sat down.

“Hello Victoria, how was your day?” he asked Me creepily, making me even more nervous.

“I’m fine, why did you want to talk to me?” I asked, resisting the urge to spit in his face.

“Well, you see, today is a very special day. It’s the-”

“What do you mean ‘special day’? is this your last day before you retired?” I asked sarcastically.

I swear, he looked like he wanted to punch me in the face so I bleed out and die.

“Unfortunately for you, this is NOT gonna happen. I plan to continue to be in this position until the last day of my life.”

“Anyway, why did you want to talk to me? You don’t call people to your office for nothing.”

“Ah yes, thank you for reminding me, we need to talk about something extremely important,” he said as he pulled a huge folder from underneath the desk.

“You see, we’ve been tracking your progress in the past couple of years, and I can tell that you’ve been slacking on some important topics, mainly, your education.”

“What about my education?”

“To be specific, your attitude towards it. You have been absolutely hideous for over a year now, and I must say, that’s not even the worst of it!”

I had nothing to say, I just set there like a dummy, unable to speak.

“Well, as a result of your low and poor attitude, I had to take some…