I drive to Target without getting pulled over, breaking any laws, or killing myself (or scratching the expensive car, of course). I should be proud. I walk in and realize I don't have any money. Then I remember my mother gave me an emergency credit card that I have in my pocket. Sa-weet! I fight the tears that threaten at the mention of Mom. I can buy anything I want... cool! I pick up an entire new wardrobe of the clothes Teen Vogue says are "hot this season". Maybe I'll finally fit in (kind of)! I purchase some makeup products and a beginner's makeup artist guide. More fitting in on the way. Then, the necessities. A hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc. I check out. Once I'm in the car, I wonder how much cash is in this credit account. I could stop by the Apple Store and get a cell phone if I can afford it. I decide to later. My primary stop is 101, 5th Avenue, Houma. I drive for what seems like a long time. Highways, backstreets, through neighborhoods. Then up the long rubble driveway that leads to the Victorian-Goth house. I park and fearlessly climb up the collapsed steps to the door. Bang, bang, bang. The same sallow, pouty woman opens the door. "Oh, you," she comments. "Nice to see you too," I reply sarcastically. She leads me inside and pours tea and cookies, same as last. She's gotten new china. I nibble a frosted sugar cookie. "You know, before you left last time, I wanted to tell you something," she states, leaning back in her chair. "Oh?" I raise one eyebrow. "I'm a bit strange." "You don't say." "Let me finish, child," she snaps. I glare in silence. "I was cursed by another of my kind long ago." "Your kind?" "Gypsies. Anywho, Delilah, the one who cursed me, said that all who touch my skin will die within 30 days." "Is it - real?" I say in a hushed voice. She nods. We sit in silence. All of a sudden, she lunges forward and grabs my arm. I scream. A purple glow courses through my arm, then disappears. I leap up. "You vile, murderous freak! You killed me!" I scream at her, ripping my throat raw. "You," she bellows, "Were meant for the curse. Your destiny is to have it." There's a long silence. My destiny is to die?