Murphy's Laws

Knocked out

"Hannah"

I could listen my heartbeat in my eardrums as the blood pumped hard through my veins. I just didn't breathe hard. I could barely breathe. I was gasping for air.

One would think I'd be used to by now. But no. One would be dead wrong. Because even though it was probably the hundreth time I was running after the school bus, I still couldn't catch it and I was panting like I would die. any. minute. The only thing I was able to do at this point was staring at my Converse sneakers.

Typical. After all  "anything that can go wrong will go wrong".   

Believe me. No matter what I do, I'm always out of luck. 

 You might think 'hey, everybody has bad days, right?'. But I'm not exaggerating. What for you is a bad day you have once in a while, it's my every single day. It's a constant in my life. Online shopping? I never get exactly what I bought it. Shoes too small, tops too tight, even when I buy books they send the wrong one. Dying my hair? Last time I tried to get some nice hairlights, I lost quite a piece of my hair. Traveling? When I visited my grandma in Florida, the air company lost my bag.  The list goes on and on.

Today was no exception. I set the alarm clock, but still woke up ten minutes late. I took a fast shower, dressed the first top, hoodie and pair of jeans I could find and put my sneakers on. I brush my hair real fast and put no make-up.

I went down, running fast, but my mom stopped me before I could go out saying that I "need to have breakfast or I won't grow up". I'm sorry to tell her, but I don't think I'll grow up past 5'2. So to please her I decide to have some cereal. 'Cause it's just add milk, right?

I spilled milk all over my top which was white. Since I don't wanna participate in any wet t-shirt contests I go upstairs to change real fast. Once again, I grab the first top I can find, a red one to wear with my gray hoodie and my dark skinny jeans. When I'm buttoning my jeans, from my window I actually saw the bus coming to the stop.

I grabbed my backpack and ran like a thief in the night. But just in time to see the last student going into the bus, the doors closing and the bus going away. Still, I couldn't give up. I can't help it. I'm a fighter. That's my law #1"Never give up". I tried to run after it, thinking that maybe someone would see me and stop the bus. The only person who saw me was Kitty Nichols. She saw me, realized my situation, grinned at me and waved. The nerve!

She is on my blacklist now. Not that she cares. I'm not a popular girl. I'm just Hannah. The down-on-her-luck kid who is always running late, missing the bus, arriving sweaty at school, dropping her books, spilling soda on her homework...

You get it, right? I'm the poster kid for Murphy's law. That's why my friends Cassie and Leo call me "Murphy".

I had no hopes for Kitty Nichols, but not even Alberto slowed down for me. Me and the school bus driver are going to have a serious conversation about this. This might be the end of our Skittles deal. Alberto is addicted to candy and I'm always giving him some. It's an honest bribe. He could have waited a little bit. That's it. No more Skittles for you, mister!

The thing about being "unlucky" is that you always have a Plan B. I refuse to be defined by my own luck. That's why I have my own "laws", my rules. So if the bus is not an option anymore, plan B it is...

When my heart finally stopped pounding in my chest, I started to think how I was going to get to school. Which brings us to law #2: "Think fast!". And boy, I needed to think fast! I was going to get late at school. 

I can't get late because I don't want to ruin my perfect attendance record. I'm a 4.0 GPA student. I need to be one if I want any chance of getting a scholarship. So I got to the garage and took my old pink bike. I knew it was embarassing to get to school on it, especially with all those Barbie stickers I put on it, but it was the only way. 

I rode my little pink Barbie bike the fast I could. As you can imagine I arrived at school panting and with a very red face. I put it with the other students' bikes and ran for the entrance. I was trying to see if I could find Cassie or Leo. 

I was straining my neck left and right while still running fast. That's the reason why  I collided with something really hard and for the second time in that morning I found myself out of breath. The collision was so strong I fell on the floor. 

What the heck? I crashed head first into a wall?

When I opened my eyes, I realized I crashed into a human wall. Sebastian Alexander Hart. The school's quarterback. The golden boy. The dream of every girl in Northwood High School . And apparently my nightmare.

Who was just standing in front of me with an amused expression on his face.

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