The sun from my window bled through my blinds and into my eyes, awaking me from my sleep. I opened my eyes and glanced at my alarm clock, only to see the green letters flashing, stuck on one time 12:00 AM. It took me a moment to realize that some time during the night we had lost power. In a state of panic I quickly grabbed my phone from my bedside table. Sitting up straight in my bed I turned my phone on, the phone read 8:25 AM.
"Sugar nuts!" I cried as I hoped out of bed and began getting myself ready for school as fast as I could. I quickly pulled on a random hoodie and some skinny jeans, packed all my homework into my binder before stuffing it into my back pack. Hurriedly I rushed into my bathroom that was attached to my room. Brushing my long dark brown hair I put it into a quick ponytail, not having time to straighten my crazy curls. Brushing my teeth as fast as I can before rushing back into my room. I grabbed my backpack from the ground where it leaned against my desk, and flung it over my shoulder.
Rushing down the stairs as fast as I could, I grabbed the bullhorn we keep by the door for this exact reason. I press down on the button hard, covering my ears from the loud shrill sound as it rang through the house. I placed the bullhorn back in its place before tying my old black converse tightly to my feet. The loud footsteps of my family rushing down the stairs can be heard even if you live in Alaska.
My twin brother Damien is the first to appear, wearing a black t-shirt and some blue jeans, his dark brown hair messy from sleep. James is next, wearing a superman t-shirt and some jeans, green eyes shining with sleep, brown hair messy with sleep. Sally and Tasha are next wearing identical outfits, Sally wearing a purple sundress and Tasha in yellow. Their green eyes tired as they quickly put their hair into a messy ponytail. Lastly we have my mom, Violet Lafleur, who sports a pant suit, her dark brown hair messily done into a nice bun, her greenish blueish eyes sparklingly with exhaustion.
"Everybody in the car !" My mom yells as she quickly grabs her keys from her purse rushing out the door and towards our old Honda Accord. We don't have enough money to buy a new car, and not enough space in the car to hold all of us. So for my 16th birthday last year I convinced mom that if I could fix up my own car i wouldn't have to ride I the trunk of her car anymore.
While everyone else was getting into moms car me and Damien were getting into my car, Betty. Betty is a very old buggie. Somehow with the help of multiple YouTube videos and a few hundred dollars I earned from my part time job, she is brand new. Sorta.
Getting behind the wheel I threw my bag into the backseat, and tried turning on the ignition. Key word tried.every time I turned the key into the ignition it would start for about three seconds before turning off again.
"No, no,no,no, no please don't do this to me Betty." I pleaded as I continuously turned the key in the ignition hoping it would magically turn on. Damien grabbed my hand that was on the key, stopping me from turning the ignition on again.
In all seriousness he looked me dead in the eye and said, "She's gone Mac, I'm sorry." With that he penned the door, grabbed his bag and started walking towards school.
Slowly I followed him, glancing back at Betty every few seconds. When Betty was out of view I looked down at the pavement and absent minded lay played with my bracelet. I found this bracelet in the woods one day when I was four, it was only half of a ying and yang sign, the yang sign. The yang sign, for those of you who do not know is the black side with the tiny white dot on it. For those of you who do not know what a ying and yang sign is, google it. Suddenly Damien stopped walking, making me almost crash into his back.
"Why'd you stop?" I asked curiously. "We still have another ten minutes of walking to do." I pointed out knowingly.
"I know," he responded turning to face me," Chase said he'd give me a ride."
Chase Martins is one of the most popular guys in school, he's basically like the schools golden boy. He also happens to be the luckiest person in our little town. Chase Martins was gifted with luck, where as I am gifted, well more like cursed, with the worst luck imaginable. My friend and I once tested my theory of having the worst luck by, cutting up a bunch of pieces of paper, putting my name on forty-nine of them and one the last one we put her name. Guess who won.
Knowing that my brother wouldn't want me hanging around him and his friends, I continued to walk to school, knowing that I'm most definitely not going to make it in time for first period. Don't get me wrong my brother loves me, and wouldn't mind having me hangout with him and his friends, it's just that his friends don't exactly like me. To be honest with you I wouldn't like me either if I were them. You see over the years I had sent almost allow Damien's friends to the hospital, by accident of course. My luck is so bad that it actually causes others pain, mostly because I'm klutzy and don't pay attention to my surrounding when playing with a bow and arrow...
As I walk across the street I fail to notice the car turning the corner and coming straight towards me. I loud honking sounds wakes me from my thoughts in just enough time to see the car stop a mere inch in front of me. Shocked I just stare at the hood of the car with wide eyes. My backpack falls from my shoulder and takes my bracelet with it as it falls to the floor. I barely register the driver of the death machine leave his car to see if I'm ok, until he tapes me on the shoulder.
"Are you ok?" He asks worriedly, braking me from my trance. Turning towards the person who almost killed me, I'm shocked, yet relieved, to find who it is.
"Yep, I'm just dandy." I respond. For the first time I am actually glad to see the driver of the vehicle that almost killed me. Who would have thought that the luckiest person, Chase Martins, would be the one to almost kill me.
Bending down I begin to retrieve my items that fell on the ground when I dropped them. My backpack lay open with all its contents spilling onto the pavement. Sighing I begin to put all of my stuff back in my bag.
"Here, let me help you." Chase says before kneeling next to me.
"Thank you." I respond. After we put all of my stuff back in my backpack, I quickly retrieve my bracelet, without looking and slip it onto my wrist. Standing up I smile at Chase before saying, "Thanks, again for helping me and not killing me."
"No problem." Chase responds, chuckling. I smile again before turning around and making my way across the street, again. Just as I'm about to step onto the sidewalk, Chase calls after me.
"Wait let me give you a ride." he offers. I take a moment to contemplate my options before swiftly turning to face Chase.
"You don't have to," I start before Chase interrupts.
"It's the least I can do for,you know, almost killing you..." He trails off. I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a free ride out of this.
"I guess if it will make you feel better." I respond, causing him to laugh lightly. I hop into the front seat of his truck, placing my bag at my feet.
"We just have to make one stop, I promised Damien I'd give him a ride." Chase informed me as he started his truck up. I nod silently as I look out the window, Riptide playing in the background. The drive mostly consisted of me singing along to the songs playing on the radio and Chase pitching in every once and a while.
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Just my luck
عاطفيةFor as long as I could remember I had never been very lucky. Every time I stepped outside it was like walking in a war zone. For the past 17 years of my life I have been hospitalized thirteen times, electrocuted, hit by a tree, fallen into a hole on...
