When people say "Karma's a bitch", I take it as a suburban legend. However, I might not be doing so any longer.
So... where do I start?
Well, looking back to seven years ago, while I was eight, my beloved cousin was turning fifteen in a dreamlike party. Golden balloons, flashing lights, gleaming crimson dresses, all of the sorts. Dazzling, I say now; "When are we coming back home?", my eight-year-old self said. Suddenly, as I was very much bored, in a random corner, I accidentally threw water into some... electrical wires.
Then...booooom!
The party's over. Many tears, not much light, many screams, not many songs or soundboxes on, many "You've ruined the day I looked forward for so long, my perfect day. Never look to my face again, you useless kid!".
Although I don't talk to my beloved cousin anymore and she deeply ignores me in family meetings, I haven't thought about this accident in a good couple years. But right now, it's all I can think about, along with my wrong disbelief when it comes to Karma.
Because its too much of a coincidence that, in my fifteenth birthday, I wake up to my TV turning on automatically, with the big, red headline:
"THE WORLD WILL END IN LESS THEN SIX MONTHS"
Tell me how the fuck this ain't karma.
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SUPERNOVA
FantasyDeadly cosmic rays are about to hit Earth and brutally destroy the entire planet - along with every reminder of humankind -, before Stella even gets the chance to have her "Sweet Sixteenth". That is, unless she does something. But she can't... or c...
