The Unlucky One

Chapter 9

The day has come, the best day out of the week. The day that you sit on pins and needles for, making the days pass faster in hopes of the day coming sooner. Friday!

Recently it would be a miracle to catch me in a good mood, because of everything that's been going on. The first week of senior year was a lot more stressful than I had imagined beforehand, nonetheless I battled through it. I've always liked Fridays, but today seemed like it would be s good day. My day.

I stood in front of my body mirror, running quick hands through my hair to give it volume. This morning I wore a reddish plaid flannel with black jeans and converse. I smirked lightly, flattening out my clothes. I was in a pretty good mood this morning, and I was glad. I grabbed my bag and exited my room, feeling a slight chill as I passed Em's room. I didn't let the thought of what's happened put a damper on my day.

I shuffled down the stairs, my keys jingling as I grabbed an apple and placed my hand on the door knob. I must have made a little too much commotion ascending down the stairs.

"Where you off to?" My mother asked. I turned around slowly to see her standing in the kitchen, hands placed on her hips and a confused look on her face.

For once, she wasn't a mess. Her hair was combed nicely, short and loose curls rested on her shoulders, her lips were a pale shade of pink and her eyes wore minimal makeup as she used to apply. She was wearing a pencil skirt and a nice floral top, her reading glasses perched on the end of her nose. I didn't see her reading anything.

"School, it's Friday." I responded. She rolled her eyes immensely at my comment. "Don't you think you have better things to do? Things that would benefit you and I? And more importantly Emma?" She snapped at the last part of her sentence. My body tensed at the sound of her name, my mother went about my sisters name as if she were nobody. She said it with such disrespect and lividness, you wouldn't even know she was talking about her own child.

I gripped the door handle with such force that my knuckles turned a deeper shade of white as moments passed. My mouth opened for a rebuttal, but I snapped it shut at the thought of what use it was to respond to her. No use at all. I left the house quickly with my dignity, starting the car and making my way to school.

After I pulled into the parking lot I gathered my things, mentally warning myself not to let my mother get into my head again. I was having a good day, and I intended on keeping it that way.

I entered the school, making a b-line for Economics, arriving early for the first time in a few days.

First period was a breeze, aside from the pop quiz we were given. Lucky last night, and also the night before, I was able to study a bit. I wouldn't say I completely aced the quiz, but I was sure that I didn't fail. Good attitude, right?

Second period we were given an essay prompt to write about over the weekend. I happily got a head start on the essay in class, leaving me with only half to finish. The entire time I wrote I could faintly hear the groans coming from Kristen, who wasn't having as much luck as I was.

"Do you like seeing me in pain?" She huffed as the bell rang. Student exited the room and piled into the hallways. I lazily stood, gathering my things and biting my lip gently at her comment.

"A little. You can ask me for help, ya know." I said back, she simply shook her head and groaned some more. I patiently stood by the door as I waited for Kristen the straggler to gather her belongings and walk into the hall with me.

"I'm guessing you were invited to Jesse's party tonight? After your steamy and romantic date, with the schools most steamy and romantic guy?" Kirsten's eyebrows did a little dance as she poked my arm. I poked her right back. "It's not a date. It's just coffee, nothing steamy or romantic about is, truly."