Just Bad Luck

Chapter 9: Well, That Escalated Quickly

Author's Note:

Elmo's sorry for taking too long to update. (read in Elmo's voice.)

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 Previously on Just Bad Luck :

Mitch Gabe:

Thanks for the accept. ;) How's the egg tart?

I grinned like a fool and typed a reply.

Grace Follard:

I haven't eaten it yet. :) Thanks for that by the way.

Mitch Gabe:

My pleasure. It's in the house, thought you might give it a try since it was your first time.

Then while I was typing a reply, I hear my mom shout, "Dinner!". I frown but I clicked send.

Grace Follard:

GTG. Mom's calling me for dinner. 

Mitch Gabe:

Okay. Bye. :)

Then a notification popped up, Mitch Gabe likes your status. I clicked the notification, confused on what status it was. Then I smiled when I saw which it was.

Grace Follard and Mitch Gabe are now friends.

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BEE DO BEE DO BEE DO BEE DO!

I groan. Another day to get up and go to school, where Mitch goes to, in which there's a chance I'll get to see him. I smile to my pillow and decide to get up. While walking towards the bathroom, I remember last night's happening. 

Grace Follard and Mitch Gabe are now friends.

I try to giggle like a school girl -- but ended up sounding like a dying whale -- and lock the bathroom door. I look at myself in front of the mirror, my cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright and a growing smile on my face. Ah, the perks of having a crush on someone that doesn't like you back. That sudden thought made me frown. Does he like me? Well, a girl like me's not one to like. What with the silent and slightly dull personality.

"He likes you, you dense prick. Even though you seriously look like a retard sometimes, no offense, who wastes their money on an egg tart to give them to you?" Devilina annoyingly stops my train of thoughts by insulting me and calling me a retard. 

"How was that, not offensive?" I ask her and glare at my reflection, which I imagined was Devilina.

"It wasn't offensive because I was telling the truth?" She rolls her eyes. "Anyways, he likes you. End of conversation. I'm out, peace!" She vanishes and I sigh and mentally face-palm myself for creating a bratty and sarcastic monster in my head.

I step foot first into the shower and hum random tunes. While washing my hair, I heard my stomach rumble then followed by a sharp pain in the gut. I hitched a sharp breath of the surprising pain. Then after some seconds, it returned back to normal. Well, maybe I'm already hungry.

I put on a black and white striped shirt and some denim jeans with a pair of black converse on. You could easily guess my favorite color, which is obviously black. It kinda gives me a mysterious aura, I think. After manually half-drying my hair, I fix it into a bun, then grab my backpack and headed downstairs for breakfast.

"Good Morning, Grace. Come and eat your breakfast." My mother smiles at me and I could see wrinkles forming and grayish-white streaks in her brown hair. I inherited her beautiful blue eyes, which I'm proud of.