Serendipity
-noun
1. An aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident.
2. Good fortune; luck.
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Prologue
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Entry 1
Guess what happened today?
Never mind, you'll never get it. It just happened to me and I'm still having a hard time believing it.
So, you know how I'm moving into my new apartment? Well, since today's Sunday, the moving company is closed. They didn't tell me this little fact when they left my couch in the hallway yesterday. I really didn't want it sitting out there another night in case someone decided, 'Hey, let's steal that obviously poor person's couch', so I tried moving it in myself.
I got it stuck in the doorway. I tried lifting it up, pushing it, pulling it, yelling at it (the old lady next door leaned out to tell me kindly shut the hell up, she was trying to sleep. What is it with old people and sleeping?) , and threatening it with my nail file, all to no avail. So finally I decided, fuck it, I'll just sit on the floor to watch TV again and dropped the couch out of pure spite.
Karma, being the bitch that it is, decided that I hadn't had enough today. And then, my dear journal, and then. The couch landed directly. On. My. Foot.
Needless to say, it hurt like a son of a bitch.
A minute later I was hopping around in the hallway, yelling worse things than Tsunade does when she finds out someone stole from her booze stash. And that's pretty damn bad. (The lady next door stuck her head out again to yell at me, but I interrupted her by shouting, 'DO YOU KNOW HOW GODDAMN BAD IT HURTS TO DROP A COUCH ON YOUR FOOT, YOU CROTCHETY OLD BAT? NO, I DIDN'T THINK SO'.)
So I kicked it.
See, when I normally kick something I just get a lot more frustrated and my face gets red and unattractively blotchy. But this time, when I kicked it, it flew across the room, flipped over, and landed upside-down. It was a beautiful, beautiful moment, journal.
I stood in the hallway for a minute before I remembered the searing pain in my right foot and hobbled over to the couch. I stared at it, then my foot, then back to the couch. I reached over uneasily and pushed it gently. It moved about a foot or so. Now, at this point, you have to imagine my excitement. I mean, I just kicked a freaking couch and it flew across the room. That doesn't happen every day, you know. So I tipped it right side-up and sat down to absorb all that had just happened.
I dropped a couch on my foot. I proceeded to kick said couch across the room. Even with my slightly better than average strength, I couldn't do that normally. Does this mean I have super strength? (I walked over to the TV and picked it up with one hand easily. It's a pretty big TV. I'll take this as a confirmation on the super strength bit.) Am I a super hero now? Am I the only super hero? What if there are others? Should I find them?
After mulling this all over, I decided this was possibly the fucking coolest thing ever and gave a celebratory 'Whoop!' whist limping around the room. I remembered my foot and got some ice to put on it while I sat down to pretty much ignore some random cooking show.
Oh, and by the way, when I was down at the store later on, a man rescued me from a turkey that fell out of the freezer in the frozen food section. He had the reddest eyes I had ever seen and long, black hair that stuck up at the top. He was pretty hot. He smiled at me and said he'd see me around, then disappeared when I paid for my frozen vegetables.
I think he said his name was Uchiha Madara or something.
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A/N. I'm back!
Lookit what I found saved in the depths of my computer. I thought it was a pretty good story and so I went through and revised it. I kind of lost the plot, though. Someone wanna help me plan it out? :D
Anyways, this'll be my first multi-chapter story EVAR. I'm excited.
Review, Yes or Yes?
