Silly Stories To Keep You Occupied In Quarantine Because I'm Bored!

MILLIE

I've never understood luck. Some people have absolutely terrible luck and never get a break from it. They could be the nicest people in the world, always help everyone the meet, never swear, always ready to be a listening ear and give good advice, but yet they get the most dreadful, horrible luck on the planet! And yet others are right snobs! They look down on anyone and everyone they see. According to them, they are above society. And, for some strange reason of which I do not understand in the least, they are also the luckiest people in the universe!

I mean, this isn't always the case. Not every unlucky person is sweet and kind, just like how not every lucky person is awfully unbearable and full of themselves. NO! Because that's not how the world works - everyone is different and everyone has different personalities.

Anyway, I have bad luck. Very bad luck! I don't know if I'm a good person or if I deserve this, I'll leave that up to others to decide. But that's not my problem, is it? My problem is my incredibly, unbelievably rotten luck! Nothing ever goes right for me!

Take yesterday, for example: yesterday was one of the worst days of my life so far....

I woke up to the sound of really loud thunder crashing against the window. I jumped out of bed and checked my alarm clock - it wasn't working. Great!

I threw back the curtains: still dark outside. PHEW! But then I noticed that all the beds in the dormitory were all empty! 'Is this a really bad dream I'm having?' I thought.

To confirm if I was in a dream or not, I pinched myself. 'Nope! Not a dream.' I stepped forward and slipped over on Alice's Barbie doll that she'd carelessly left lying around even though I'd told her a million times to clean up after she'd finished playing with her toys.

It's so humiliating having to share a room with a load of five and six-year-olds! I mean, I'm twelve! I hate this stupid orphanage!

Anyway, as I fell, Alice's Kermit the frog clock toppled off the small nightstand by her bed, whacked me on the head, fell to the floor and shattered. So, I checked someone else's clock. 09:00! I was late for school! And no one had woke me!

I started getting ready as quickly as possible, but, somehow, my school shirt was covered in...KETCHUP?! I didn't even have any ketchup on my food yesterday! But Mary did...UGH! I'd get her back later, but for now I had to get ready.

But I couldn't find my hairbrush, so I had to just accept that I'd have to go the rest of the day with disgusting stains on my clothes and hair that looked like fifty birds had all fought over who got to nest in it. 'What more could go wrong!?' I thought sourly as I stormed into the bathroom.

Gynxed it! My toothbrush was on the floor next to a dead spider and the bristles were covered in a disgusting dark substance; it was very clear what had happened in here. GREAT! Now I could add bog-breath to the list of things that had gone wrong for me this morning!

I rushed downstairs and out the door where a speeding car splashed up bucket-fulls all over...YEP! You guessed it: me! Since I'd missed my bus, I had to walk an hour in the pouring rain, which, now I think of it, wasn't the worst thing that had happened to me during the morning.

Everything just went wrong for me yesterday. And that was only the morning! There was worse still to come...