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the birth of jinx my original story have fun reading!

The birth   of            jinx

One day, on october 19,2057.A girl was born,pale,shimmering dark blue eyes.Dark pink lips,and most aval,green dark hair. The doctor,panicked, looked at the mother and said “your daughter is beautiful. The first time I saw something like this there was bad luck upon the people who hurt her mentally and physically. You better be careful.”

He gave her the baby. She was scared by this disastrous baby. She was almost distraught……… She was offended by what he said.

        2060

Three years old nothing  bad but not good either. She was an unsolved case. And you know a case that isn't solved has to be cracked. One day  she was just playing in the park—what's so wrong with a moment of simple childhood joy?

Well... shortly after, a vicious storm rolled in, claiming twenty lives. The devastation was horrific to witness. Among the dead was her father’s mother, Mary Ane Jones II.

Grief soon led her father down a dark path. He picked up a devastating drinking habit, and with the alcohol came abuse directed at his wife.

“Daddy, stop!” the little girl would cry, clinging to his pants leg.

“S-shut up, you dumb kid!” he would slur back, his speech heavy and slow from the drink. He became cruel, whipping her for minor infractions like eating too sloppily.

Eventually, her parents divorced, but tragedy struck again when the father won custody of the child.

“It's all thanks to you, you good-for-nothing, two-faced mother!” he would rant daily.

“No, Daddy, stop Daddy!” she would plead.

Her real name faded, replaced by a cruel moniker the kids at school would chant at lunch: "Jinx! Jinx!

         Chapter 2

Back to the story. Jinx would cry and he would push her out of his way one day after SEVEN YEARS LATER (in the park) “happy birthday to yo-oooooooo-uuuu!” They sang. She blew the candles on her cake 10 years old! What an accomplishment  to hit. On that same day she ran away to find who made her unlucky on her journey she found a woman smoking a…sea shell? WHAT thought  to herself she walked up to the woman

"Mamm," she said softly.

The woman looked up, her expression unreadable. Jinx repeated herself,Jinx said it a little louder a little louder.

The woman just stared blankly, then shrugged, and turned her head away, taking a deep pull from the peculiar, smoking shell.

Jinx realized the woman hadn't responded to her voice. She quickly scanned for clues and noticed a small, bright blue coil behind the woman's ear. The woman was deaf.

Jinx pulled out a piece of paper and a stubby pencil she had in her pocket. She quickly scribbled: Hello. I ran away from my dad. I need help.

She showed the woman the note. The woman's eyes scanned the words. She picked up a pen herself and scratched a response below Jinx's note:

What do you need?

Jinx quickly wrote back: My mom left and I don't know where to go.

The woman read the new message, her stern face softening slightly. She put a hand on Jinx’s shoulder and wrote back:

I can't take you in, but there are places that can help. You should go to the police or a shelter.

For the first time since she ran away, Jinx felt a flicker of hope. She thanked the woman and started walking towards the nearest town, the woman's words giving her a direction.

Can you teach me sign language? she wrote

The woman read the note, a small, genuine smile touching her lips. She nodded and took Jinx's hand. With her fingers, she slowly spelled out the word J-I-N-X, signing it into Jinx's palm. She then made a gesture: the index finger of one hand tapping the top of the middle finger of the other hand twice.

That means 'learn', the woman wrote on the paper, pointing to the sign she just made.

Jinx watched her hands intently, mimicking the movement.

They stayed in the park for another hour. The woman, whose name Jinx would learn was Anya, patiently taught Jinx a handful of basic signs: 'hello', 'goodbye', 'food', 'water', 'mother', and 'father'.

Anya wrote a final message before Jinx left: You are smart. Be safe.

Jinx signed 'thank you' using the new signs Anya had taught her, feeling a strange connection to this quiet stranger. With a final wave goodbye to the deaf woman, Jinx continued her journey, not feeling so completely alone anymore. The world still felt heavy with the mystery of her 'luck', but now, she had a new language to learn and a sense of direction she hadn't had before.

After Jinx left the park and continued towards the nearest town, she eventually met a cat.

The cat was a sleek, black alley cat with one ear slightly torn, and it was cautiously navigating an alleyway near a few dusty storefronts. Jinx, momentarily distracted from her mission, crouched down and made a soft kissing sound to try and get its attention. The cat stopped, flicked its tail, and stared at her with large, green eyes.

Remembering the signs Anya had taught her, Jinx slowly formed the sign for 'food' with her hand, a gesture of gathering fingertips to her thumb near her mouth. The cat didn't react to the sign, of course, but it seemed to sense her non-threatening posture. It took a tentative step forward.

Jinx fumbled in her pocket for any scraps she might have, but came up empty. Feeling a pang of disappointment, she just watched the cat. The animal, perhaps also a wanderer, eventually lost interest and slipped under a nearby dumpster.

The brief encounter, while ultimately fruitless, reminded Jinx of the small, quiet connections that were possible in the world—not just with people like Anya, but with all creatures. It reinforced the new sense of purpose the deaf woman had given her. She still needed to find shelter, still needed help, but the world didn't feel entirely hostile. She stood up, brushed the dust off her pants, and continued her walk toward the flicker of hope the town represented. She started writing; you never know what can happen you never know you didn't realize when they stopped hugging you,you didn't realize when they stopped calling you “princess” you didn't realize when they stopped picking you up and spun you around as you giggled like it was a rollercoaster.she gets up and decides to go to the store she grabs a:

Eggo waffle box\pancakes

Wonderbread

Oats

And a card for anya (she wants to say thanks)

And then she grabbed a coat and some boots.

Pink Sailor Moon/Glitter Force Coat	$325.00 - $580.00
Plain Black Boots	$85.00 - $175.00
Musical "Thank You" Sound Card	$22.00 - $45.00
Oversized Wonder Bread (3 Barbie size)	$18.00 - $28.00
Bulk Oats (Baby Dress size container)	$48.00 - $85.00
Eggo Waffles (Standard 10-count box)	$9.50 - $14.00
Total Estimated Price (Pre-Tax)	$502.50 - $927.00

 She met the clerk and he looked mad and grumpy, “can i get this” she whispered

The clerk sighed and scanned them bep-bep-beepp “that will be 502.50 or -927.00. Do you  have a fingerchip or a bank crypto card?” Jinx felt a bad feeling, when she took 4 dollars from her pocket he chuckled sarcastically and said “you're kidding right?" He asked  Jinx to feel the familiar heat rising in her chest. It was the same heat that preceded the storm in the park. The same heat that seemed to make the world break around her. "Please," she begged, reaching for the Pink Sailor Moon coat. "I need to stay warm. And I have to give the lady her card!"

"Beat it, brat!" the man snapped, reaching over the counter to snatch the coat back. His hand gripped her wrist, his fingers digging into her skin with a cruel pressure.

The moment his skin touched hers, the lights in the store flickered.

Pop!

A light bulb overhead exploded, raining glass like diamond dust onto the counter. The cashier yelled, letting go of her wrist to shield his eyes. At that exact second, a heavy delivery truck outside lost its brakes, slamming into the power transformer on the street corner.

The store plunged into pitch blackness. The electromagnetic lock on the front door clicked open as the security system failed.

In the chaos and the dark, Jinx didn't think. She grabbed the bags, her fingers hooking into the plastic loops, and she ran. She didn't mean to steal; she just meant to get away from the man who hurt her wrist. But as she burst through the doors and into the rainy street, she realized she was holding the unpaid-for coat, the food, and the card.

She was a thief. The "Jinx" was true.

The Hideout

She ran until her lungs burned like hot coals. She found herself in an abandoned subway entrance, the walls covered in glowing graffiti that pulsed with 2026 tech-ink.

She sat on the cold concrete and pulled the Pink Sailor Moon coat out of the bag. It was beautiful. She slipped it on, the internal heaters immediately sensing her body temperature and humming to life. It felt like a hug—the kind of hug her mother hadn't given her in years.

She opened the Musical Thank You card.

“You’re the Best! You’re the Best!” the card sang in a high-pitched robotic voice. Inside, the tiny mechanical puppets began to spin. They were dressed in colorful tutus, their little plastic arms waving back and forth.

Jinx watched them, her eyes welling with tears. She had forgotten. Anya couldn't hear the song. Anya wouldn't hear the "You're the Best" lyrics. Anya would just see the puppets moving and wonder why they were dancing to a rhythm she couldn't perceive.

"I'm so stupid," Jinx sobbed, her voice echoing in the tunnel. "I'm a thief and I'm stupid."

The Return

The next morning, the storm had passed, leaving the city of 2057 looking polished and cold. Jinx didn't eat the waffles. She didn't touch the oats. She felt that if she ate the stolen food, the "bad luck" would rot her from the inside out.

She walked back to the park. Anya was there, sitting on the same bench, smoking from her seashell pipe. The blue coil behind her ear caught the morning sun.

Jinx approached her slowly. She didn't use paper and pencil this time. She just held out the card.

Anya took it, her expression unreadable. She opened it. The song blasted out—“You’re the Best!”—and the puppets began their frantic, joyful dance.

Anya’s head tilted. She looked at the puppets. Then she looked at the speaker. She looked at Jinx, who was hovering anxiously, wearing a $500 coat that was clearly too big for her.

Anya reached out. She didn't write a note. Instead, she took Jinx’s hand and placed it directly over the card’s speaker. Then, Anya placed her own hand over Jinx’s.

Together, they felt the vibration. The thump-thump-thump of the music.

Anya smiled. It wasn't a smile of pity; it was a smile of shared secrets. She pointed to the puppets, then pointed to Jinx. Then, she made a new sign: she placed her hand over her heart and moved it outward toward Jinx.

Thank you.

Jinx felt a weight lift. The shoplifting, the explosion at the store, the "Jinx" nickname—none of it mattered in this circle of silence.

But as they sat there, a black police cruiser with "2057 Enforcement" etched on the side pulled up to the curb of the park. The cashier from the store was in the passenger seat, his face bandaged from the glass cuts. He pointed a finger through the window, straight at the girl in the shimmering pink coat.

"That's her," he growled into his radio. "That's the freak who blew up my shop."

Anya saw the car. Her grip on Jinx’s hand tightened. She didn't need to hear the sirens to know that the "Bad Luck" had finally caught up. Anya didn't hesitate. As the enforcement officers stepped out of the cruiser, their heavy boots crunching on the gravel, Anya grabbed Jinx, hauled the girl onto her back in one fluid motion, and bolted toward the dense thicket of the park's botanical gardens.

Despite the danger, the absurdity of the moment hit Jinx. She was bobbing up and down against Anya’s sturdy shoulders, the $500 pink coat flapping like wings behind them. As they dove behind a massive, genetically altered oak tree, Anya skidded to a stop and slid Jinx down.

Anya’s hands moved with furious, sharp speed. "What the heck?" she signed, her eyes wide with shock and adrenaline.

Jinx let out a small, nervous giggle—the kind that comes when you’re too scared to cry. Her hands trembled as she signed back: "I'm sorry! I tried to get you a card!"

Anya stared at the expensive shimmering coat, then at the musical card still clutched in Jinx’s hand. Her expression hardened into a lecture. "Stealing is not ok," she signed firmly, her movements stiff.

Jinx looked down at her boots, the guilt finally catching up to the adrenaline. "I know," she signed, her movements small and defeated. "It’s my bad luck! It makes things break so I can get away."

Anya froze, her hands mid-air. She tilted her head, her brow furrowed in deep confusion. "Your WHAT?"

Jinx heard the muffled shout of the cashier and the heavy clack-clack of the officers' scanners searching the brush nearby. She looked at Anya, a sad, knowing smile touching her dark pink lips.

"I'll tell you later," Jinx signed quickly.

Anya grabbed Jinx’s hand, pulling her deeper into the shadows of the 2057 skyline. She didn't understand the "luck" yet, but she knew one thing: this "Jinx" was just a little girl, and she wasn't going to let the world break her today.

The Escape

They moved through the "Under-City," a series of maintenance tunnels that smelled of damp concrete and old electricity. Anya knew these paths like the back of her hand. Every time a security drone buzzed overhead, the red light would flicker and die just as it passed over Jinx, as if the machine itself was afraid to look at her.

"We stay here," Anya wrote on a dusty window pane near a hidden crawlspace.

Jinx nodded, hugging her Pink Sailor Moon coat tight. She pulled out the Eggo waffles from her bag—the box was crushed, but the waffles were still there. She offered one to Anya. A peace offering.

Anya took the frozen waffle, looked at the "Jinx" girl, and realized that "bad luck" or not, she had just inherited a very complicated daughter. In the dim, flickering light of the maintenance tunnel, the reality of the day finally crashed down on Jinx. The adrenaline faded, leaving only the cold weight of being a runaway and a thief. She began to cry, slow, silent tears that left tracks in the dust on her pale cheeks.

Anya didn't say a word; she didn't have to. She pulled Jinx into a firm, grounding hug, letting the girl’s shimmering dark blue eyes hide against her shoulder. The Pink Sailor Moon coat crinkled between them—a loud, glittery reminder of the chaos they had just escaped.

After a moment, Anya reached into her worn satchel and pulled out an iPad, its screen cracked but still glowing. In 2026, these devices were relics, but Anya had smuggled it from an old tech graveyard years ago. It was her most prized possession, her window to a world that didn't require ears.

She opened a notepad app and typed quickly, then showed the screen to Jinx. When Jinx read it, Anya began to sign the words at the same time, her movements soft and rhythmic:

"I was a lost kid like you," Anya signed, her eyes reflecting the blue light of the screen. "My dad left for milk and never came back. My mom died from cancer when I was small."

Jinx stopped sobbing. She looked from the iPad to Anya’s face. All her life, people had treated her like a monster or a "case" to be solved. They thought her "luck" made her different from everyone else. But here was Anya—someone who had lost everything, just like her.

For the first time since the storm claimed her grandmother, Jinx felt the cold knot in her chest loosen. She wasn't a "Jinx" in this moment; she was just a girl sitting with a friend.

Jinx reached out and touched the cracked screen of the iPad. She looked at Anya and smiled, a genuine, small curve of her dark pink lips. She realized that while her "luck" might break the world around her, it hadn't broken her ability to find a family in the shadows.

She signed back, her fingers a little more confident than before: "Thank you for finding me."

Anya nodded, tucked the iPad away, and shared the box of frozen Eggos. They sat in the silence of the 2057 tunnels, two "lost kids" finally finding a place to rest.

Jinx led Anya through the winding streets to the one place she thought might still be a sanctuary: her mother’s house. She hoped to find her mom waiting with open arms, ready to explain that the "bad luck" was just a misunderstanding.

But when they arrived, the front door was slightly ajar, swinging on a broken hinge. The house was cold and smelled of stale air.

Jinx ran to the kitchen table. There was no dinner waiting, no sound of the television. Instead, sitting alone in the center of the table was a cracked smartphone, its screen glowing in the dim light of 2026. On the screen was a final, unsent text message:

"i love u jinx"

Jinx’s heart shattered. She looked around the room—the chairs were overturned, and a struggle had clearly taken place. "No," she whispered, her voice cracking. "No, she got taken!"

She fell to her knees on the cold linoleum floor, a single, heavy tear running down her face and landing on the shimmering fabric of her pink coat. She realized her father, or perhaps the "Peacekeepers" the cashier mentioned, had gotten here first.

Anya walked up behind her, placing a steady hand on Jinx's shoulder. She couldn't hear Jinx’s sob, but she could feel the vibration of the girl’s grief through the floorboards. Anya looked at the phone, then at the destruction in the room.

Jinx looked up at Anya, her shimmering blue eyes filled with a new, dark resolve. Her "luck" hadn't protected her mother, but it was going to help her find her.

She picked up the phone, her knuckles turning white as she gripped it. She signed to Anya with a trembling hand: "Help me find her. Please."

Anya looked at the message on the screen—I love u jinx—and then back at the girl. She nodded once,then heard “the APS open up!”

Pt2 coming out soon!