Autobiography of My Bad Luck

Ahem

     So first of all, I'ma set things straight. I feel that there is no lucky moment for me that snaps my bad luck. I am always going to be unlucky due to this stupid town. 

     I mean, there is no moving since my dad has good pay and we have renovated our house an every beach-side place (where I would seem like luckiest person in the whole world... and I also agree with that) is so darn expensive.

     I was the weirdest person ever in Elementary school, so most people think I'm stupid, need mental help, an ADHD freak, ect. Since there is no moving, I can't have a fresh start and be the most popular person in school. I'm forever with few friends, losing them as life goes by. 

     Last year I was snaked and was a target for rumors. You know who spread them? The "Perfect People", I shall call them. They are acting like they are the huge thing and that they can do anything they want because there "cool". But lemme tell you, "Perfect People" don't lure you in and stab you in the back. Did you ever hear of Jesus doing that anybody who are like these people, cause he was perfect! These people you can snake on are probably better people than you, go look at your own self before you backstab people like that. 

     Back on topic, I fell today. Twice. One out in the open, but I caught my self like a pro and wasn't hurt, and one I was doing a karate kick in front of my family and I slipped. That hurt just a little bit. 

     Why did I fall however? And why was I a target of "Perfect People"? Why do I have to live here and why does everyone have a low image on me? As said before, four words. Heaven. Forbidden. Bad. Luck.