Luck and Carma

1. Introduction to Me

Carmen's P.O.V.

"Mom!" I whined.

"Honey!" She whined back in the same tone I gave her.

"What's wrong with this accent?" I said, fully American.

"It's not your true heritage!" She said, in her British accent.

"But I just got it down!" I complained. "Watch," I cleared my throat," Omg hey! I haven't seen you in forevs!" I stopped and glared at her.

"No." She said shortly with a look of half horror, half amusement.

"But Mom..." I started but she cut me off.

"Mom? What happened to Mum?" She said, I think I caught a little bit of hurt in there. I sighed there was no way I was going to win this battle.

"Fine!" I said irritated.

"Good, now go get ready for school tomorrow."

"Yes, Mum," I stomped off a sign of defeat and annoyance.

As I walk up the many stairs, 53 to be exact, I think about school tomorrow. Its my first day of high school, the ninth grade. I'm not scared if that's what you're thinking, I'm actually excited. At my old school, St. Martha's, we had to where plaid skirts and the boys kakhis, now I don't have to where uniform. Yes, I did go to that school from first through eighth grade. And yes, it was a private, Christian school that went from the first years of elementary to the last years of middle school. I did have friends there and I did have a crush or two there. But, this year,  I want to be more focused on my school work and social life. And high school is the perfect place for both of those.

After I walked a total of 72 steps, I still had to get to my room from the stairs, I walked into my room and grabbed my school bag from last year.

"Hmm, I think this bag is too worn out."

So I got out of my walk-in closet and walked a total if 16 steps to my Father's office.

Knock knock.

I tap on his door. He turns his head and a wide smile is placed on his face when he sees who's knocking.

"Hey, Princess," he says.

"Hi, Father," I respond.

"What do you need?" He asks.

"I need about three or four hundred dollars and a ride to Natalie's house and then Heather's and then a ride to the mall and back." I say, taking a breath after every "need", to make sure that I played the cute card, and, to sugar coat it, I stared at the ceiling thoughtfully, while over emphasizing each intake of breath. This is what works on my father, playing the cute card and putting up with his stupid nicknames, such as Princess or Girly, to get what I "need." Don't get me wrong I love my Father to death, but I over heard him talking to my Mum once and he said that he was scared that I was growing up too fast. So its for his benefit, not mine.

And please don't called me spoiled. I may have a million dollar house and have more things than the average American girl may have. But I didn't ask for this. When we lived in London I was perfectly fine, but then my father's small robotics business blew up (not literally), we suddenly 'just had to moved to the United States! I hear it's lovely down there!' blah blah blah. I personally think I have grown accustomed to the U.S.A, but I still miss Britain. All the the... the... ok so I have nothing, but it was where I was born. And I did have friends there, well used to, apparently when you break your leg and your out of school for a while, your "friends" don't like you anymore. But that was in kindergarten, so what do I know?

I grabbed my phone, robe, and under garments and walked into my bathroom. My bathroom is bigger than the normal bathroom, it has a jacuzzis tub, a really big shower, and a sink with a vanity and millions of large drawers that contain makeup and beauty products. I turned the shower water on and got undressed. I checked time to see how long I could take in the shower, I was picking Natalie and Heather up at nine. 7:06 A.M. I sighed, English people get up way to early, even if we go to bed late. I jumped in the shower and yelped in surprise. The water was freezing! I turnned it up, and yelped again. It was too hot now. I kept doing that again and again and again.

I stepped out with a sigh, I gave up on getting to the perfect temperature and decide to take a nice, long bath. I looked at my phone. 7:09 A.M. Leave it to me to take a three minute shower and then take a bath afterwards. I went into my music and chose my favorite playlist. I turned off the water and got in.

Perfect. I thought.

After my bath, I walked into my closet and to the small dresser near the corner. I pulled the drawer out and the handle broke off.

Great. I thought. Just what I need, more luck.

Confused? Let me explain. Ever since I was little, I have had this string of bad luck. But I haven't told anyone. In seventh grade, everyday at lunch I would accidentally spill chocolate milk all over myself. For a week. I managed to convince my friends that it was a coincidence. I've never gone near chocolate milk sinse then.

After I finally managed to open my dresser drawer, I grabbed my favorite pair of pants from Aeropostal, they were high waisted, super skinny jeans. I got up and found a decent shirt that wasn't for Church, or wasn't already used or rinkled. After I got dressed, I looked into the mirror hanging on the inside of the closet door. After I made sure I looked good, I walked over to my vanity. I got some light makeup and put it on.

I left my room with my phone, the money, and my favorite purse. I walked downstsirs, ate a delicious breakfast of leftover pie, and check the time. 8:47 A.M. I quickly finished my pie and ran outside to the black SUV that was waiting for me.

"Hello, Mrs. Jennings!" My driver, Rocki, said happily.

"Hey!" I said,"you know that way to Natalie's house right? And the way to Heather's? We need to pick them up and have us dropped off at the nearest mall."

"Ok, Mrs. Jennings!" He said cheerfully.

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"I came in like wrecking ball! I never hit so hard in love!" We all sang horribly. "All I wanted was to break your walls! But all you did was wreck me! Ya, you! You wrecked me!" We had just come back from the mall with a mountain of shopping bags, to much Starbucks in our system, and empty wallets. When we were there we bought at least seven matching outfits, four or five pairs of shoes, three backpacks, and at least enough Starbucks coffee and pastries to feed a whole army, each. And now we were screaming our hearts out to old songs that haven't been played in a while, while deafening Rocki.

We stopped at Natalie's and Heather's houses before going home.

"How was the mall, Honey?" Was the first question my mum asks when I walk threw the front door.

"Good," I said, "can you help me with these bags?"

"Sure," she replys.

After I get everything situated, I lay down on my bed and think about my first day in high school tomorrow. All I can think is, here we go.

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First chapter up! What do you think? I hope you like! My wattpad cept deleting what I wrote! It was was very frustrating. But I got it up!
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-Cam & Kat