Cursed ✔️

“Slowly, Hannah! or you’ll hurt yourself.” Mrs. Jackson said as Hannah - her 16 years old daughter - came hurriedly down the stairs. “Don’t worry, mom!”“All of this won’t be happening,” said Mrs. Jackson, “if you would have woken up early!”“I did wake up early but then...I slept again.” Said, Hannah, sticking her tongue out as she giggled. Mrs. Jackson shook her head with a smile as if saying nothing could be done with her daughter. As Hannah came down the wooden staircase, she went towards the kitchen to grab the beach basket which her mom had packed. “John! Aren’t you ready yet?” Mrs. Jackson called for her son. “I’m coming, Mom!” yelled John from his room upstairs. “You know, I could’ve gotten ready early if someone didn’t mess up my things.” He said looking at his sister who was two years older than him while coming down with a backpack.