As I looked at my jewelry box I smiled, “Princess K.” Was written on it, I sat down on my bed and flopped backwards, I sighed. Long days where the worst- “Dinners ready!” I heard my dad scream, “I’m coming!” I said back, I walked downstairs calm and composed, I’d never opened my jewelry box before, my mom told me before she died that until I was eighteen I wasn’t allowed to open it. “Evening.” I said my my brothers, “Afternoon fair lady.” My older brother Drake said. I smiled at him, the kind of smile that people need to smile every now and then, “Where’s JJ?” I asked to my dad, “He’s out with some friends.” He responded, “And Willow?” I asked about my younger sister, “Sick. She’s at Nanas.” He responded chilly, my eighteenth birthday was tomorrow and I couldn’t wait to open my box. After dinner I cleaned off the table and went straight to bed.

In the morning I opened my box, nothing was in there that I could see, suddenly I started coughing. I had unleashed a deadly fungus.