Allie vs. Skylar

Good or Bad?

I had felt so bad for Skylar.
No one wanted to be her friend at all.

As the days passed by, more bad things kept happening to Skylar.
Like, her grades were dropping, she was loosing friends one by one, it was painful to see Skylar in that situation.

But..

Why didn't I hate her?
Why do I still be polite to her?
Why does Mrs. Pruckner still be polite to her?
Somethings not adding up..
I-Is.. Mrs. Pruckner apart of this whole "Good & Bad" thing?
Does she know about it?
What if.. she knew how to..

End it.

My thoughts were abruptly cut off by the daily morning announcements coming on, and everyone standing up.
More and more people started to care for me, more than their own friends.
I was just causing drama, but the drama was non-existent. Because, no one had cared. They just cared for me more. Even my own boyfriend. Things kept going way too fast.

THIS NEXT PART IS FAKE (AKA, NOT REAL)

Due to my thinking, I was so dizzy I had slammed my head on my desk, unconscious.
"OH MY GOD!" Marc said, shook by how loud the noise was.
"Babe?" Dylan said, everyone looked at him, with a surprised look.
They obviously were clueless. They didn't know I was Dylan's girlfriend. (AKA, all the girls in the school practicality liked him.)
He went over to me carefully, just in case.
He shook me, I didn't respond. He shook me again, I didn't respond twice.
"C-CAN SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE?" Dylan asked, afraid, as he held me in his arms, bridal style.
Mrs. Pruckner had already started dialing 911.

POOF!

Again, it was a dream. But what if that dream could or would actually happen? I just stared at the air, as if it was an eye competition.
Everything went back to me when Mrs. Pruckner started talking.
I had rolled my eyes, not because I thought Mrs. Pruckner was boring and/or lame, or the lesson, but I only did it so people wouldn't get concerned about me.
"Ugh, this is so insane!" I said, only a bit out loud. Unfortunately, few people heard it, rushed over to me, and started crowding me. "Are you okay?" "Are you hurt?" "Do you need to go to the office?" "Early dismissal?" "Do you need to go to the nurse?"
They kept surrounding me as if I was a lost kitten on the school (playground) campus!
Carter had saw the commotion, walked over, and shoved people out of the way. "Ayo, what's going on here?" Carter said, protecting me as I smudged against the wall.
"We're just trying to help!" "Yeah!"
"Crowding/Surrounding my girlfriend or anyone else isn't helping. C'mon, let's go, babe." He grabbed my hand calmly but firm, and took me out of the crowd of people & friends.
"What was that all about?" Carter said, pointing at the crowd that was slowly deforming. "Oh, that? Nothing. Those dipshits act like I'm a lost kitten on the school campus." He kissed me, on the lips, FOR THE FIRST TIME!! I froze, in happiness, blushing.
"See ya later, cutie." He went back to playing football and/or basketball with the "boys".
I felt dizziness, again. And this time, it was not a dream.
I asked to go to the bathroom, heading into the first stall and laying my head against the stalls wall.
"People are so funky now! They act so weird, and they're literally invulnerable to face!"
This is just so stupid. Why would this anonymous magic or person choose me to have good luck and someone else have bad luck? It's just hurting people with despair.
I wonder how people would deal with this a long time ago. What am I thinking? They're probably be like, "Aww, you poor baby. Do you need any milk or tea?" And some.. "SHUT UP! GO AWAY!" That's probably how they were. I seriously want to find a potion or something, to stop Skylar's bad luck. Not for me anymore, I like my good luck. Just.. not the overprotecting.