Mag-log inI go to the science lab and try to search for Noah. Soon, I find him talking with Dylan. They both laugh and I wonder what is so funny. He sees me and walks up to me.
"Yo, waddup?"
"Where's the spot you saved for us?" I ask him.
"Huh? What spot?" He asks.
"The spot I asked you to save for us? In the class?"
"You sure you told me that? Cause all I heard was blah blah blah blah..."
I punc
Do you have bad luck?No?Then good for you.I'm not that fortunate.If there is a contest on the person with the worst luck, I'm pretty sure I'd be on top.Why?Because I'm Daisy Grey, of course.My mother says I'm simply unfortunate but I disagree. I don't know why, how or when but my bad luck is always out to make my life miserable. I am cursed, and I know it.★★★I groan wearily as my alarm clock rings, causing me to stir from my small creaky bed. With my eyes still closed, I reach for the damn clock disturbing my sleep.Crash!I pull myself from the bed, not surprised by what just happened. The alarm clock is on the floor, pieces of it scattered everywhere.Yep. My bad luck again."What was that, Daisy?" My mo
Of all the things I hate doing, my journey to school is what I despise the most. From experience, being in the midst of people only brought out the klutz in me.Only five minutes of walking, and then this happens; a pretty little girl who has her mother by her side 'accidentally' smudges my hoodie with the cupcake in her hand, and of all flavors, it is chocolate."Oh! I'm really sorry about that." Her mother apologizes."Uhm, it's okay, I'll just-""Here, have a tissue." Her mother offers while she just stands there looking innocent."Oh thanks." I say, rubbing the stain, hoping for a miracle but no, it refuses to go. It has already set."It's already-" I stop because they are no longer there. They must have scurried away while I was trying to get the brown stain off my blue hoodie.I sigh, and continue to walk along the road to my school. When I suddenly feel somet
Maybe there is an epidemic of chicken pox and no one could come to school. Blake had it last week, after all. But everyone couldn't have had chicken pox, could they? No. Impossible.Or is it me? Maybe I am not even supposed to be in school today like everyone else.Gosh, it's too late to go back home, the rain fell in bucketfuls outside. And to top it all, my stomach grumbled so loudly.Can't you just understand my situation, stomach?After going to the toilet to give my hair a proper wash, I run to the balcony on the first floor of school, waiting impatiently for the rain to stop, but it seems I would wait forever.Far in the distance I think I hear faint noises. I turn around, but no one is there. Am I hearing things now?I put my head backwards and try braiding my hear. Then I hear another noise. Okay, that one I heard clearly.There i
What. The. Actual. Heck.What the heck I came to school on a Sunday thinking it was a Monday. What the heck I had skipped breakfast, had my hoodie stained and my hair pooped on just to come to school on a Sunday!Now even you can see that my life seriously sucks."Oh my gosh." Is all I manage to whisper."What?" Dustin asks with raised eyebrows."I just made a terrible mistake." My voice is suddenly hoarse and I don't know what to say anymore."Wait, you don't mean to tell me you didn't today is a Sunday, and came to school thinking it was, I don't know, a weekday?" He asks.I know he is surprised, but why is he smiling?I slowly nod in answer to his question.Then he bursts into laughter.I frown, and I want to kick him for laughing at me.&
I open my eyes slowly and turn around in my bed. All of a sudden, I start to have this feeling that something is wrong, but I just can't place a finger on it.It occurs to me that I had gone to school yesterday, without knowing it was a Sunday. How dumb of me.Wait, if yesterday was a Sunday, then today's definitely a...I fling the duvet off my body and get off the bed in a swift move. The morning sun has already started to shine brightly.I am definitely late.Then I remember my alarm clock had broken into pieces yesterday and there was nothing to wake me up early enough for school.Damn.In a flash, I am in my towel, entering the bathroom. As my dumb luck would have it, the shower ran annoyingly slower than usual, wasting the time I didn't even have.When I eventually finish dressing, I take my backpack and run out of the room. My mom is already
I heave a heavy sigh of relief when I hear the bell for recess."Geez, you must really hate school." Jasmine laughs."Not exactly." I chuckle."Not exactly? Tell me more." She edges closer.How is she ever going to understand about my bad luck? Nah, I'd rather not tell her.I straighten my glasses. "Story for another day. Right now, I just wanna have some food." I say, standing from my seat."Oh, yeah you have to show me the cafeteria, and other places I should know, you know, since we're seat buddies now." She winks."Alright."Jasmine stands too and follows me to the classroom entrance where I turn the door knob and-Click!The door knob is my hand, completely detached from the door itself.Did this seriously have to happen now?Luckily, the other kids didn't seem to have noticed