My name is Caylene-Melissa De Cruz and I have a story to tell.
Nah just kidding I'm your typical American brunette with average grades and a decent social and love life. I'm 16 this year. Yup, the sweet one six.
I'm about 5"7 with chocolate brown hair reaching all the way down to my lower back. I have clear blue eyes-just like my Mom- and fairly tan skin.
The only downside was... that I was a complete disaster magnet. Like when I was six and almost gotten my brother's pet lizard killed while trying to feed it half a grain of rice. Or that time where I had barely survived being run over by a car and turned into a Caylene pancake with extra syrup.
It was weird. Just like my best friend's third nipple... hm. I'd gotten used to it of course over the span of 15 years of my life. But now these train of bad luck shizzles have stopped appearing so frequently and whenever it did attempt it would be something really mild like me tripping over or something. And by the way, I was completely fine with that.
Maybe it has passed on. I won't be known was "#badluckcay" anymore. Thus this led me to take a huge risk.
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The Unamused Potato
MizahCaylene-Melissa- that seemingly flawless girl. However she is practically a magnet for disaster. Bad things happen around her all the time. But when she thinks that these vicious bouts of bad luck is over, is it really over? Or is it just fantasy
