` Milo 's Lucky Friday the 13th
Part 1
Milo's alarm went off at 7:00 AM. He turned it off, and jumped out of bed.
"Good morning, Friday the 13th!" He said to himself. "It's so good that I feel like singing, only I won't!" He went out of his room.
He knocked on the bathroom door.
"In a minute, Milo." His older sister, Sara said to him from the other side of the door.
"Okay, Sara." He said. "I'll wait." He was then shocked as he realized his sister was still here. "Wait, Sara, aren't you supposed to be gone by now?" The door opened. His sister was on the other side.
"I am." She stated. "My alarm didn't go off, and my car wouldn't start. Mom's going to have to drive me."
"Well, okay. Hopefully your teacher won't be too mad at you."
"Hopefully."
But just then as she walked off, fell over Diogee as he was coming by. The cream colored dog barked in protest.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Diogee." Sara apologized to him. "I didn't see you." She looked at Milo again. "Well, Milo, I'm off to school on Friday the 13th; wish me luck."
"Good luck!" Milo called to her as she left. He then turned to his dog, and bent down.
"You okay, Diogee?" He asked. "You know, you have to be careful around here, and watch out for oncoming humans who can trip over you." The dog barked. Milo got up. "Well, glad that you're okay. Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to get ready for school."
Milo walked to the bus stop. There, he saw Melissa waiting for him. Other kids were also there.
"Hi, Melissa." He greeted.
"Hi, Milo." Melissa greeted back. Milo looked around, then back at Melissa.
"Looks like Zack might be late for the bus again."
"Oh no. He slipped on some ice this morning as he was leaving, and broke his arm."
"Bummer. Will he be at school?"
"Oh yes; he's getting a sling. He'll be in homeroom."
"Well that's good." The bus then came, and all of the kids got on.
When they got to homeroom at Jefferson County Middle School, Melissa was right. Zack was there, his hand in a sling.
"Hiya, Zack." Milo greeted. "I hear you had a nasty spill earlier."
"Oh, yes. " Zack replied. "Doc said I can take this thing off in a few days, then I'll be good as new."
"That's good."
"So, I wonder what misfortune are you going to inflict upon us today? I already have a broken arm, so that's already taken care of."
"I doubt my condition will inflict nothing on me. On you on the other hand, well, I can't answer that." Zack was confused.
"What do you mean?"
"Milo never had any misfortune on a Friday the 13th his entire life he says." Melissa explained.
"It's weird." Milo added. "I don't know why, but on every Friday the 13th since I was born, Murphy's Law seems to take a break. It happens to my dad too. And since this year we have another Friday the 13th in October, my dad and I will have two days out of the whole year where nothing bad will happen to us."
"Wow, really?" Milo nodded. "Well, that's lucky."
"Yes, it is my dear friend." Elliot then came into the room. He was steaming mad. "Oh look, it's Elliot, the crossing guard." Let's go over and say hello." The three friends went over.
"Good morning, Elliot." The surprised homeroom teacher greeted. "May I help you?"
"I'm here for Milo Murphy." He said. "He stole my stop sign." The homeroom teacher was shocked.
"Oh goodness! Are you sure it was Milo?"
"Well, no." Elliot admitted. "But, Milo's a possibility. If he did steal my sign, he'll be a public nuisance to the safety of these kids. I'm here to make sure that the sign will be returned to me, and that doesn't happen."
"Hey, Elliot!" Milo greeted. "Why are you here in my homeroom class?"
"Don't play games with me, Milo!" Elliot snapped at him. "I know you have it."
"Have what?"
"Don't be dumb with me Milo; just hand it over, and I'll leave you be."
"Hand what over?"
"You know what."
"No, I don't." Elliot sighed. He was about to talk again when Melissa spoke up.
"Listen," She began. "If Milo doesn't know, then he doesn't know, okay?"
"Oh, but he does."
"Honestly, I don't." Milo said. "So, why don't you tell me?"
"Fine, I'll tell you, even though you already know."
"Know what?" Elliot had just about enough of this.
"You stole my stop sign, there, happy now?"
"I am, but I still don't know what you're talking about. I didn't steal anything at all." Elliot got red in the face.
"Then who did, huh?" Milo shrugged.
"Don't know." Elliot pointed an accusing finger at him.
"I think it was you, Milo Murphy. And I want it back."
"Now, wait a minute!" Melissa said. "Why do you assume it was Milo? He wouldn't steal."
"Neither did we." Zack put in. "And if we did, why would we steal a stop sign? Why would anyone want to steal a stop sign?" Elliot was about to protest, when he hesitated, then realized he had a point.
"I don't know!" He admitted. "Maybe because it has his name on it? To cause mayhem in the streets? An early April Fool's Day joke, or just any kind of prank? Revenge for having me on his case all the time?" Milo laughed at these ridiculous ideas.
"Oh, but I love you having conversations with me, Elliot." He looked at his watch, then back at Elliot. "As much as I like chatting with you, it's almost time for first period."
"Yeah." Melissa chipped in. "So, buh-bye." Elliot sneered.
"Fine!" He decided. "But, I have my eye on you. I'm always watching you, Milo. Always!" He then left.
"Hope you find your stop sign!" Milo called just as the bell rang. Kids got their belongings, and went to first class.
In science, Milo and friends found Mrs. Murawski crying at her desk. They were all confused.
"Uh, Mrs. Murawski, why are you crying?" Milo wanted to know.
"It's almost time for class to start." Zack told her. Mrs. Murawski looked at them.
"I'm sorry," She said through tears. "But, I just found out that by the end of the year, everything is going, and being replaced by new stuff, including the front desk." Zack was wearied out by this.
"O-kaaayyyy! Why is that desk so important to you? It's just a desk."
"I know it sounds silly, but ever since I began teaching here, that desk has been here. It's like a part of me." Melissa gave her a Kleenex from the Kleenex box that was on her front desk. "Thank you, Melissa." She stood up, and blew her nose.
"Uh, should we be concerned?" Mrs. Murawski shook her head.
"No, I'll be fine, Zack. You three please take your seats. I'm sorry you had to see me like this." The seventh graders went to their desks as the science teacher put on a cheery mood, and started class.
While mixing potions, Mort and Bradley were having a heated argument.
"You're wrong!" Mort argued. "Milo will have twice that amount of misfortunes today!" Bradley sighed.
"Why are we even having this argument?" Bradley asked.
"I don't know, but I bet my vegan cheese sticks that Milo is going to double the amount of misfortunes he has today."
"Look, just because today is Friday the 13th, does not mean Milo is going to have a lot more misfortunes then normal."
"It could be. Friday the 13th is…"
"Look, it's a stupid superstition. It doesn't mean anything. Everyday stuff happens, good and bad. If some misfortunate thing happens to you today, then it happens. You move on. It doesn't happen because of the date. Que Sera, Sara."
"Or as in French they say C'est la vie'." Milo put in. "Meaning 'such is life.' He and a bunch of other kids came over to see what the fuss was about. "Say, are you two fighting over me?"
"It's a stupid fight on whether today you'll have more misfortunes upon you then normal because of the day."
"Well, it is kind of silly, and I'm afraid to say, pointless."
"Why?" Mort wanted to know. So Milo explained. "Well then, looks like today is your lucky day, isn't it?" Milo nodded.
"Looks like it."
"Whatever." Bradley just said. He looked at Melissa. "I'll still stay far away from Milo as possible, Melissa. You never know what'll happen."
"I'll take that risk." Melissa responded.
"Okay, kids." Mrs. Marawski spoke, clearing her throat. "The excitement's over. Back to your labs." Kids groaned as they went back.
"That's right." Bradley agreed. "Everybody go back to your work. There's nothing to see here, and there never was." He was about to put some drops in the beaker when Mort stopped him.
"Stop!" He told him. "That's not the right one. You'll get blown up in the face." Bradley just looked at him.
"Mort, I know what I'm doing."
"But…"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be doing it, now, would I?"
"I guess not, but…" Bradley looked at the beaker again.
"I'm dropping it in."
"No, wait!" Too late. Bradley dropped the liquid in. Bradley sighed, and shook his head as Mort stepped away.
"See, Mort? I told you. I'm perfectly fin…" Then, BOOM, it blew up into his face, making it all black with soot. Kids and the teacher looked over at them. Bradley eyed Mort who was about to talk.
"Don't…say…anything."
"Okay," The gym teacher, Coach Mitchell said to his students. He had a dodge ball in hand. "Today, we're going to play dodge ball except Zack Underwood due to his sling."
"What will I do instead?" Zack asked. Nolan looked at him.
"Easy." He said. "You're going to watch and cheer."
"That's easy all right." The teacher dropped the ball at the center. "Now, go to your corners." He went to the side. Zack went with him. The other kids did what the teacher had instructed them to. The teacher and Zack turned around so that they could watch.
"Now, GO!" With a whistle, the kids ran to the center, starting the game.
When Mort grabbed the ball, he meant to throw it at the student from the opposing team, but accidently threw it at Nolan instead, breaking his nose.
"OW!" Nolan responding, coving his nose. "MORT!"
"I'm sorry!" Mort apologized. "It was an accident; I swear!"
"Oh, it's okay, Mort." He said, uncovering his nose. "Accidents happen. Resume the game." Mort gasped when he saw Nolan's nose was bleeding and puffy.
"Oh my gosh!" Zack gasped as Mort was about to say something. "Mr. Mitchell, your nose; it's bleeding and is really puffy. Perhaps you should see the nurse."
"I'd love to Zack, but who'd watch you guys?"
"That's easy. I will." Nolan looked at him.
"Thanks Zack, but I should go find a staff who's not working."
"Come on, Mr. Mitchell! Who will you find on such sort notice?"
"I don't know, the janitor maybe?"
"But, I'm more then capable to. And I can't play because of my busted arm, so why not? You're hurt, and you said, everybody in this gym class is a team player. So, let me help, please?"
"I really think I should find an adult."
"You're bleeding on the floor, sir."
"Fine!" He looked at the other students. "Zack is in charge until I'm gone. Do as he says. I won't be long. Thanks Zack, you're a lifesaver." He ran off as Zack silently cheered to himself.
At lunchtime, Milo had just gotten his lunch, and was about to sit with his friends, when he saw a booth with two familiar faces. It was Vinnie Dakota and Balthazar Cavendish. They were selling pistachios. Milo went over to them.
"Hi, you two." He said to them. "What are you doing at my school?"
"We're selling pistachios." Balthazar answered.
"Uh, Balthazar," His partner said to him. "He can clearly see that. Plus, selling pistachios is what we're known for, so he knows that."
"Oh, well, I was just telling him."
"Well, you don't need to. He knows." He looked at Milo. "So kid, how many scoops?" Milo shook his head.
"Oh no; I just came to say hi. So, hi, and I'll be on my way now." And with that, he went to the table where his friends were.
"Nice kid." Vinnie observed.
"Uh, Vinnie." Said Balthazar. "Isn't he the kid that whenever we see him, something bad happens to us?" Vinnie just looked at him.
"So, are you saying that he's cursed, or a jinx or something? Those were some freaky consequences, Balthazar. There's nothing to worry about. Just sell some pistachios."
"Oh, okay. I was just wondering."
"STOP THAT DOG!" Milo saw and heard Principal Milder yell as he chased after Diogee as they both ran into the cafeteria. Kids stopped chatting with their friends, and looked at the scene.
"Hey, Milo." Bradley said. "Your attention-lover dog is here."
"Diogee!" Milo said. "He's not supposed to be here." He stood up, and went after his dog. "Diogee. Diogee!" Diogee then smelled the pistachios. The little dog turned around to face the stand. Vinnie saw this.
"Oh my!" He observed. The hunger-crazed dog barked with joy as he ran to the booth. Balthazar stood in the way.
"I got this, Vinnie!" He told him. He made a stop sign with his hand. "Stop doggie." But Diogee didn't stop. He pounced, pinning him to the floor. The dog then rammed into the side of the stand, knocking the pistachios to the floor. He began eating them up.
"NO!" Vinnie yelled. "Bad dog!" He was about to get Diogee when he slipped on the ones on the floor, knocking into the stand. More pistachios fell to the floor, making the principal fall as well. Milo saw this.
"Oh, Diogee!" He said. "You know you're not supposed to be here." Balthazar got up, and ran towards the dog. Milo saw that he was about to step on some pistachios. "Careful! You'll…" Balthazar screamed as he fell onto the floor. "fall."
"Hey, Milo," Bradley spoke who was nearby. "Why does your dog follows you around like a nursery rhyme?"
"He wants to make sure I'm okay." Milo answered. "That's how loyal he is." Principal Milder stood up, and looed at Milo.
"Milo," He began. "You know the rules. I want that dog out of my building.
"Yes, Principal Milder." Milo said. He looked at his dog. "Okay Diogee, go home." Diogee looked at him, hesitated, and went right on eating. "Diogee!" Diogee looked at Milo again, barked, and went off.
"Aren't you going with your dog, Milo?" The principal wanted to know.
"Oh, no Principal Milder. Diogee knows the way." The principal then left. "Sorry about this; he won't come back today!" Vinnie stood up, and helped his partner to his feet.
"I told you that whenever that kid is around it means trouble." Balthazar said to him.
"Balthazar," Vinnie began. "I don't want to hear about it. It's just a freaky consequence. Now, stop talking about it, and help me clean up."
"But, Vinnie…" Vinnie eyed him. Balthazar sighed. "Yes, sir."
Milo was about to ask if they needed help, when the bell rang. Lunch was over. Kids threw away their trays, and went to their classes.
Diogee walked away from the school. He went slowly. His stomach was upsetting him. He stopped, and vomited on the sidewalk. He shouldn't have eaten those pistachios.
A dogcatcher truck then stopped when he saw the dog.
"Score!" He said to himself. "And, ew!" He got his net, and got out of the truck. He then saw his collar. Oh, well! He'll have to call his owner in the truck. With that, he snuck up on Diogee. "Here, doggy, doggy!"
Diogee looked, and terror went into his eyes. He yelped, and ran off. The man chased after him.
"You won't outrun me, mutt!" He yelled. He then slipped on the ice, ice-skating towards the dog. The dog saw this, and gained speed. The dogcatcher rammed into Diogee. He and the dogcatcher fell into the snow.
The dogcatcher got up before Diogee did, grabbed his net, and swooped Diogee into it. The animal yipped. The dogcatcher laughed.
"I have you dog; now, let's go to the pound!" He threw Diogee in the back, but not before examining his collar, went into the truck himself, and drove off.
Once at the pound, the dogcatcher threw Diogee in a cage. The dog was about to bolt out with the man shutting and locking the door. "And don't worry, I know about your collar, I called your owner, and she has work, so she'll send someone else to get you later. In the meantime, stay here, and get comfortable. He then left.
Diogee looked at all of the dogs in cages all around. Get comfortable? Yeah right! How can he get comfortable in a pound? He then heard growling. He looked
around, and terror arose within him. It was a snarling Doberman! He pawed at the cage bars frantically, and whined as the Doberman came closer and closer. He hoped someone in the family would get him… and fast!