It isn't by chance that each time I step out of my house the disaster police takes a toll on me. It isn't by chance that every loose pin decides to tangle with my shirt and I end up coming home like a Hunger games victim. It isn't by chance that the sprinkler system magically turns on when I am around and I have to walk to school like a scuba diver. It isn't by chance that it decides to rain when I forget to take my keys It isn't by chance that my best friend decided to spray paint 'bitch' in my locker - when the last time I checked I wasn't a female dog. I thought Angels were Zen, controlled ,kind, supernatural creatures who had dazzling bright smiles and white glowing wings with a magic wand to accessorize it. What I didn't expect was The Controller of My Fate to be a arrogant jerk who could drown himself in the ocean of vanity and still couldn't get enough of himself And to top it off, I certainly didn't think I had to live with him Sexual humor & content(R)