He was often mistaken for the son of Ate, the goddes of misfortune. Again, he was unlucky to be the son of the greek goddes of luck, Tyche. Just from the look of him when he walks through the door of the school, he somtimes had crap, not sure if it was human or not, stuck to hs fac/shirt (one time even on his crotch) a foul stench, possibley urine, and his wind swept sand colourd hair hair, probably like that because of a industrial fan was turned on max right when he was walking past.
But he put up with it. Do you want to know why? Because he had heart, and one day, that heart would bring him luck, and that luck would bring him the love of his life.
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Luke, or unlucky Luke (good nick name for the person who came up with it), or Mr Lucky, often dripped in sarcasm, was walking from school that day, when a car sped past him and a pool of water hit him, and it hadn't even rained for days. He muttered, "I hate my life" but kept walking along the road, (he was misfortunate enough to put up with all this shit, yet he wouldn't get hit by a car/motorcycle, just bikes and dogs) and he saw a beautiful solitary girl standing in a street watching him, he was intigued, wondering if she would giggle. He gave her a did this really just happen? She shrugged and walked away.
The next day he went down the same path, and he saw the girl again, 'Is she stalking me' he would ask himself, just answering with a 'don't flatter yourself Mr Lucky',. This day, walked under a roof, you think standing under a ladder is bad luck, you've never seen him under a roof. He had paint all over his hair. This time, he waved, and she waved back.
Then the next day, he went a diffrent route, and she was still there. So this time, he strolled over, with a slightly purple face from the boxing glove, seriously, that's just not right. And talked to her, saying, "Hi", she just dittoed him. "Can you stop" he asked her,
"Can you stop", she just relplied,
"Really, are you five or something"
"Are you five or something" she answered back, bored,
"No I'm not"
"No I'm not". After that he walked away, she managed a,
"Please stay". After that, he thought, 'Your already unlucky at life Luke, don't you dare be unlucky at love'.
Sometimes, he could see her sitting in his apple tree, crunching away at a red, juicy delicate apple. She clearly looked happy, he rubbed his eyes and she wasn't there. He dismissed that this girl was following him. And after that, he decided to do some reseach. He looked up the schools in his area, there was only one, his school. And there was a uniform there. So no signs of uniform. Maybe she ditches? Maybe. Or maybe she's a creep. She did follow him home, and always knew where he went. No, somone that pretty woudn't follow me home. Somone that pretty? Sure, she was pretty, but attractive. He din't know, he didn't want to know. Nor, did he need to know.