Luck. . .

Luck. (luhk)

noun

the force that seems to operate for good or ill in a person's life, as in shaping circumstances, events, or opportunities

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haha. No.

this is what's happening for me.

God's up there with Jesus, and they're probably eating popcorn, and God's all like

"Oh she hasn't had a bad luck moment in at least two hours, grab the remote controlling the world. Oh, and grab more popcorn!"

either that or this:

God and Jesus sat on the building white couch, staring at the screen that showed everything happening in the world.

"Zoom in there," God pointed to North east America where a teenage girl named E____ happened to live.

"Why?" Jesus looked at his father.

"E____ has had good luck for a few hours. I think it's time to give her bad luck again. Give her sister a weak bladder." Jesus nodded, before grabbing the world controlling remote.

What does this have to do with anything? well. . .

Okay so it's 11:15pm, and I'm supposed to be asleep.

Instead I'm on my kindle, listening to music.

Someone just went to the bathroom, and sometimes, if it's my mom, she will go through my door to see if I'm asleep. Because I'm the rebel of the family.

So I just did a superman dive onto my bed, almost braking my glasses. I then ripped them off my face, once again almost braking them.

I then tried to rip the brace off my foot, and it got tangled, so I had to carefully slip it around my foot, which hurt like hell due to my sprained ankle.

I then quickly slowed my breathing.

Guess what?

IT WAS MY SISTER.

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So I was talking to a few people about this on a thread, and this all happened while speaking with them. . . then, about thirty minutes later, I sent them this message:

Guys, I just fell out of my bed

See my luck.

Yeah, and then came the explanation:

I was just about to put my kindle on the charger, and my cat banged against my door, freaking me out thinking it was my mom opening it. And I was at the edge of my bed, putting the kindle on the charger, and it made me jump, so I fell off my bed

Yeah. then about ten minutes later came this message:

I'm okay, but the cat opened the door and I literally just sat on my bed like a spam, holding my chest from the shock

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So, anyone agree I have bad luck?

then comes the fact, I sprained my ankle two weeks ago, and had to do three dances full out on stage last week, with the sprained ankle.

I'm also moving and had to pack my stuff into ONE BOX. Yeah, just one item didn't fit, and it happened to be the only stuffed animal (It's actually plastic) that I really like to sleep with.

The only ever luck I have: my mom let me keep it for the ride to my new house.

*breathes sigh of relief*

I GET TO KEEP BOB THE TURTLE!!!!!!!

I love Bob *sighs dramatically*

anyways, I dedicated every rant to someone, or something.

this is dedicated to XxShattered_FatexX because I had most of this conversation with her.