It's short I know but I thought someone out there might appreciate it…
Lucky
Luck, is a word that doesn't mix well in a house of science. There was always a percentage, a chance, a reason. Luck doesn't exists in the world of science, it holds no meaning.
Yet I was claimed to have almost every day by everyone.
The kids at school say I so lucky to have the father of the future as a father.
The popular think I'm lucky to be so rich.
My Charge ball team says I am lucky to have such good aim.
Carl says I'm lucky he still puts up with me.
Dad says I'm lucky to not have his hair.
Mom says I lucky to be alive after the time travel fiasco.
But I never believed it, until I took my chance of existing of 00.0000000001% and handed over to a twelve year old kid…
First MTR Fanfic, Flames are accepted as long as they use cristism to improve, not destroy.