The clouds darken. I look at Peppa. There's a storm cloud over her head. Mom walks forward. Another person throws a rock at me. I wince. I knew I could never be free. I'll always be a bad omen. I always make bad things happen. People don't see me as anything but bad luck.

"What is going on?" Mom asks.

"We want him out of here!" Miss Mallia points to me.

Of course. 

"He's a curse!" Mrs. Bronk says.

The one who I predicted her goldfish would die.

"He's a danger to us all!" Mr. Bronk says.

Her husband who I'd predicted would break up with Mrs. Bronk. Now they're exes. He throws another rock at me. I back away.

"He is a Madrigal!" Mirabel yells.

"He is our brother!" Julieta yells.

"How dare you think of him as a curse!" Felix yells.

I grip myself. Tears started to stream down my face. I grip my necklace. I knew this would happen. I should have stayed hidden than face this. A boy, a little one throws a sharp rock at my face. I wince. Red drops fall to the floor. I feel my cheek and there's pain. I'm bleeding. The angry villagers walk forward. I draw back. I should have predicted this. They keep pounding rocks at me and screaming. I trip and fall into the stream. It's the same stream my dad lost his life. 

Why is it always me? I look at myself in the reflection of the stream. I do not look like a villain. I don't control the future. I can't control the future. I grip my fists. I stand up.

"What's in your head?" I say.