I sigh; it’s been a long and depressing day…again. I just got fired from another part time job due to walking in on the manager’s daughter while she was changing. Honestly I have no idea how I was expected to know that she was changing in the break room… but I can’t really dismay. This sort of thing happens all the time, I either happen to be given a realistic fake 20 dollar bill or get accused of sexual harassment because the person beside me just so happens to be perverted. I have been given multiple tickets for things you normally would not expect, and up until now I guess I am sort of lucky I haven’t died yet.

I lie down on my sleeping bag and hum a little. No, I am not necessarily poor… the only reason I am not using a bed is because the 5th one broke last week and we have yet to buy another. I live in your typical 2-story house with the more than occasional problems that occur due to my bad luck. I still live with my parents because if I try to move out the new house will mysteriously become infected with roaches or bed bugs… once a house even caught on fire because I was pondering if I could buy it. Ah… let’s stop thinking depressing things…

[Mom] “Hey sweetie, it’s time to get up!!!”

Ugh… I roll over and open my eyes. AHH!!! THE LIGHT, IT BURNS!!! Why does mom always open the curtains! My delicate eyes can’t handle the light that is reflecting off the mirror and into my eyes! Wait…

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[Me] “…mom … you forgot your mirror in here”

[Mom] “Oh, sorry son. Sometimes I forget how unlucky you are all the time, after all good luck runs in the family!”

Sadly, what she says is true. My family all has good luck throughout their entire lives; however, I completely destroyed that tradition when I was born. When I was born the nurse accidentally tripped and dropped me… twice. They then announced me a girl… after that my father went ballistic because he was pointing out that even if it is small I am still a boy… it hurts… *cries*

I shake off the memories and head down stairs to receive my yearly birthday gift. As I arrive I see my parents haply waiting for me at the dining room table.

[Mom] “Hey sweetie, your dad and I have to go to work, but we really wanted to see you open your gift… so here you go!”

Dad hands out a small bag. I took it from him and opened it up to find the newest fantasy game. I gave both of them a large hug and ran upstairs to my room, stubbing my little toe twice in my rush.

I open up the disk part of my computer and put the game in. As it is loading I lean back on my chair and wait… and the back of my chair falls out. I hit my head hard against the floor board… man this is going to be one heck of a headache when I wake up…

[?] “Welcome young hero…”

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