Curses: Three True Stories By Jason, age 9

Bloody Head

One sunny day at school, I was on the bench because it was the base in the game tag. I told my friend to not baby-sit, but he did not care. So when he turned his head, I scooted a little further away from him. I remembered I was on the edge of the bench and I fell and didn’t feel that much pain from the damage. Then many people stared at me and I felt my head with my hand and looked at my hand, blood was all over my hand. My head was bleeding! Something so strong did not make me cry! The blood was drying fast. I ran as quickly as possible to the principal’s office and when I arrived, the principal called my dad and when my dad arrived at the principal’s office, the ambulance was already there. And the hospital was a whole other story.


First Time To A Funeral

Two years after my head damage was over, I went to Oregon to visit my cousins. When I saw them, they were crying. I asked what happened and they answered me by saying I didn’t want to know. They lead me to a funeral home. I saw a dusty coffin and asked if I could open it. I opened it and my grandpa was laying in it. I put my soft, little index finger near his nose and no air came out. All summer I had to spend three hours each day praying, sitting and eating in a room and when I came out of the room, I would have to stretch because my back would hurt. I was tired of it so I asked why my grandpa died and they said that he was overweight and he got cancer and he died.

Nightmare Mystery

Long ago, I was at home with no supervision. I was hungry and called my parents and try to find them and they were not in the house. I was worried. I was only 3 years old. Luckily, my mom’s restaurant was beside my house. I wobbled liked a penguin to the restaurant. Unfortunately, my mom was not there. I knew it was a dream, so I closed my eyes tight and nothing happened. Whenever I do that I wake up from my deep slumber, but this time it did not work. Maybe I needed more sleep but I am not sure. I came out of the store and I saw my parents. I was happy. But then I did not remember if this was true or false.

About the Author

My name is Jason and I am nine years old. I live in an apartment with my mom, dad, sister and grandma. I like to draw, play four-square, plant seeds and play videogames. I am good at art, math, reading, spelling, chess and history. I want to be a scientist when I grow up. I am different from other kids because I am cursed. My biggest fear is bugs and I wonder why cats have nine lives.