One-shots

An unlucky day

I was walking on the sidewalk with my bike in my hand. I was on my way home.

It had been a weird day. My hair was standing up straight, there were black streaks all over my face, my bike was almost crushed, my clothes are ripped up and I smell like the perfect mix of coffee and garbage. You are probably wondering what happened by now. Let me tell you.

I woke up this morning, before my alarm went off and did what I do every morning. The day before I had bought some new clothes and I decided to wear them today. A bit later I was eating a sandwich and drinking some coffee. I was quietly eating, when suddenly a bird flew against the window. I was shocked and dropped my coffee. I cursed under my breath because it got on my clothes. When I was done cleaning up the mess it was already time for school. Because I did not have time to change, I ran up the stairs and just sprayed a bottle of deodorant over me. Then I ran out of the door to get my bike, but instead of seeing him standing beside a lantern, I saw him get devoured by a street sweeper. After the cursed sweeper was done with it, it hurled my bike across the street where the poor thing got run over by a bus.

Super.

Fantastic.

Just per-fucking-fect.

I grabbed my bike off the road and started running to school. I just made it en sat down when the bell rung. The rest of the morning went fairly good, except for that I was accidentally pushed against a trash can and had garbage all over me.

After that the last lesson of the day began.

Chemistry.

We were doing a practicum and I was working together with my best friend. De teacher had explained we had to pay close attention or else it could explode. I was mixing two liquids together and my best friend had to toss a little powder in it to keep it form exploding. He stopped doing what he was supposed to do because a classmate called him over. I tried to warn him and call him back but it was already to late. It exploded into my face. My hair standing straight up en my face was black from the explosion. Five minutes after, the bell rang. Everyone stared at me when I was walking down the hallway. A few people stopped to ask me what happened. I told them with pleasure, everything better than weird rumors right?

When I walked out of school, grabbed my bike and was back on my way home again I came across an alley where I saw a cute little cat. I always had a weakness for cute animals. The cat was eating a moldy sandwich. I, as the kindhearted, most fantastic, beautiful, perfect.. Where was I going with this again? I remembered I still had a tuna sandwich in my bag from lunch. I grabbed it out of my bag and gave a piece of it to the cat. A bit later another cat appeared, and another, and another... After a while there were around 15 cats there. They all wanted a piece of my sandwich. At least, that is what I thought. They all looked so hungry to me. You can probably imagine what happened next. I dropped the rest of my sandwich, grabbed my bike and started to run. Three cats, if I saw it correctly, stayed behind to eat the dropped piece of bread. The rest chased me. LIKE I HAD ANOTHER SANDWICH OR SOMETHING! I tripped over a loose tile. The cats jumped on me and started to scratch me, leaving my clothes ripped. I shook most of them off and started to run again ( I was still holding onto my bike btw).

And now I'm walking here, almost home. I still have to walk for around 5 minutes. I have to explain to my parents what happened in a little while. I don't think they will believe me at first and that they will think that I'm getting bullied or something. Whatever, it's just not my unlucky day. Luckily they don't happened that much in your live.

I hope.

The end.

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I hoped that you liked it. Until next time,

~Sureytje.