Bad Hair Day

Bad Hair Day

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Aubrey's pov I got out of bed feeling that today was going to be a bad day and that means that I am in a bad mood. So I got out of bed and got in my favorite blue dress and black flats. I went to go brush my hair and I got my brush stuck in my hair. I ran down stairs and got my mom. Thankfully my mom got the brush out of my hair with out any damage. I thought to myself
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I heave in an astronomical breathe. Dumped Death Dad Downpour That just sums up my whole day. But the only thought that's racking through my depressing brain right now as I stare up at the unexpectedly dark sky is... I should've brought an umbrella. I step out into the cold wind, splatters of raindrops hitting my cheeks. I trudge through the wet pavement, my sneakers soaking up the water. Dumped Death Dad Downpour Summarization of my fucked up day. I shiver as the cold raindrops begin pouring heavier, the water saturating through my hair and soaking my clothes. I stop immediately when I hear a helpless whimper coming from the alley beside a small bakery. I hear it again, low and sad. I step towards the sound and find two green eyes staring up at me belonging to a black cat. It's coat drenched and it's whiskers drooping low. Like it's frowning. Even in my damp mood I feel sorry for the little animal. "You don't have a home, little guy?" I ask, squatting to see it better. Did it just shake its head!? I blink a few times and sigh. I'm probably seeing things. It's been overwhelmingly negative lately. I reach a hand for the feline and it corresponds, tucking its head under it. I pet it's wet coat and stare at it as it closes its eyes. I can't leave such a pitiful thing next to the dumpsters and cold rain to be frozen alive or ravished by stray dogs. So I do what every human being would do in my situation, I take it home. And that was possibly the stupidest thing I've ever done. *** This is a story about a girl named Lucky. But of course she's everything but lucky. One day she comes across this odd feline who acts strangely like a human. Maybe he is really a human and Lucky has got her hands into a whole lot of trouble. Or maybe she found what she was missing and this feline becomes her lucky clover. Get ready for a a world full of drama and unlucky incidents.

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