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Omens to Worse
Nathan stared. Having dinner at the best Chinese restaurant in town on New Year's day seemed like a good idea at the moment, but now he wasn't too sure. 'Watch your step.' it said. Nathan stared at the fortune cookie's message. Watch your step? What kind of fortune was that? Aren't fortunes always cheesy crappy stuff? He looked around at his family's messages. 'if they talk to you, they like you.'; 'your luck travels fast- towards you.'; 'you'll be rich and famous' why was his the only fucked up one? He suddenly had an urge to get a positive one. Nathan shoved his hand into the straw cookie basket and grabbed a cookie out. He cracked it open and quickly scanned the message. 'bad omens await you.' Outraged, Nathan threw the crushed cookie on the table. Calm down. They're just fake shit. Nathan told himself. Then why are you so pissed off? That he didn't know.
"Nathan? Are you okay?" His mom looked at him with a worried expression. Nathan blinked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. He said crumpling the messages in his fist.
"That's good, we're leaving now. His mom turned away to talk to the cashier while Nathan walked out of the restaurant, his head spinning.
The next school day, Nathan's alarm clock didn't go off, so he was late on the first day back. Later on his rush to school, he slipped in dog shit making a big bump on his head, talk about a way to start the day off. He crashed into a blond on his way to the classroom and earned himself a slip to detention. The student he crashed into turned out to be new in his class.
"Class, this is Lauren Dickinson. I expect you to treat kindly and fairly. She transferred here from Paris, France so help her with language if needed." Mr. Clarke said in a stern voice. The whole class whispered and pointed at Lauren.
"Now, let's start today's review. Nathan, please come up here and solve this problem." Nathan slowly walked to the front of the classroom and stared at the complicated equation. He had absolutely no idea how to do it. Then Lauren stood up and strolled to the front of the classroom. She picked up the chalk and rolled it between her fingers. Two seconds later, she stated "961. Squared." Mr. Clarke smiled.
"That is correct." Nathan turned bright red. He got saved by a girl. How unlucky. Later at PE, they were playing kickball and he was the star pitcher. The blondie was up. Nathan thrust the ball at her and she returned it with a super-sonic kick right in the face. She ran a homerun.
"Shit!" he screamed. his eye turned swollen black and blue. This day is the worst, Nathan thought. Then he remembered. The fortune.