Lucky Pants

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Lucky pants! What gives these often greyed, frayed, big pants the lucky tag?

OK, they are the pants that you always pull in, always win in, always look fab in, always have the best night in - but do they actually hold a special power?

I would like to think so!

At 15 and a half I was priming my lucky pants for the biggest night of my life, my 16th birthday! Oh I so needed that luck to pull Josh Gearson. What a lush he was! My lucky pants were to be worn to every test, sports event or party where I was guaranteed a great deal of success and fun, which of course meant that the fun and luck would rub off on them! Yes, yes, yes I kind of said that they already have special powers, but some help in the right direction never really hurt anyone did it!?

So here I am, the night of my school play dress rehearsal. I was cast as the wailing tree by Mrs Shorter. I do hope that she didn't feel I was suited to the role in any way other than being able to wave my arms in an idiotic manner for over an hour...... I do wail from time to time, but who does'nt! Anyway, I was getting changed in the gym changing rooms and doing my routine looking check....

Hair brushed and back combed within an inch of its life..... check

Lip gloss applied...... check

Final lick of mascara applied (7 coats later)..... check

Squirt of stinky perfume that I stole from my mums bag..... check

...... When suddenly Mrs Shorter came crashing through the door with my costume, and oh my god you should have seen it!

"Erm, I am NOT wearing that costume" Just imagine a squeaky loud mouse! I actually sounded like that when I shrieked!

"Felicity Spencer you most certainly will be" Just imagine an uppity sounding woman..... OK, just imagine the Queen but slightly less posh...... that's Mrs Shorter.

Hummppph!! So my lucky pants were not being so lucky! Who in their right mind would think that wearing a full tree costume would be a glamorous entrance into a stage and TV career? It wouldn't impress Josh and I would be laughed at for eternity. I would be the laughing stock! When I was cast I imagined a cat suit with floaty material drifting about as I waved my arms about, I was thinking Kate Bush!

STOP THE STORY! You are probably wondering how a 15 and a half year old girl (born in 1998) would know who Kate Bush was?

I guess this is a great time to introduce you to my mum. Her name is mum.... ha ha ok its mum to me (obviously) but Gemma to you. My mum was an 80s girl, she is for some reason proud of this and at every opportunity dresses up as Madonna, sings 80s songs and bleats on about how when she was a kid she played out til it was dark, they had no mobile phones, kids programmes were only allowed on Saturday mornings.... you get the picture. Anyway, my mum is pretty sick (that means cool to all you 80s parents) and she will feature a lot in this, I am sure!

So where was I? Oh yes, Kate Bush. Surely portraying a tree in this way would have had a better artistic flair, apposed to standing in a cardboard rigid structure that the lower school pupils could have made a better job of making!?

"Please Mrs Shorter, surely there is another option?"

"No, No, No here you are" the cardboard rubbish was placed in front of me. " You have five minutes"