Lately I got aÂ very old book from myÂ gran.Â I never it opened becauseÂ it looked soÂ peculiar. Unfortunately,Â IÂ kept on getting a urge to openÂ it.Â Then I did. Nothing happened at the time. So I closedÂ Â it and never read a word. However since that day I had very bad luck. Nothing good ever happened to me. Nothing.Â So this isÂ how my ‘worst rest of my life’ started.
I was casually sitting inÂ my room watching television. Suddenly I heard the door bell ring. I knew we were not expecting guests. Besides, my room was a mess and I couldn’tÂ letÂ anyone in. My mum called me toÂ open the door so even though I didn’t want to , I had to. Once the door wasÂ open a I heard a familiar voice. ” Hello darling.” she said.Â Now who would have said those words other than my good, old granny?
“Â Now, I wont come in but I will give you this. It is a book that had been passed on for many generations.” she said.
” Then why doesn’t mum have it?” I askedÂ looking at the mysteriousÂ book.
“She didn’t want it.” she answered and walked away.
Once I got into my already messy room, I threw it in the corner. That was its place and I never moved it. Until that day.