Chapter 2: The Bad Luck Never Ends

Attempting to stay out of an accident, she pulled right and almost hit another car. Slamming on her brakes she lost control of her car and spun off the road.

She sat there, shaking violently, as her car sat motionless in the dirt shoulder. Suddenly a loud hissing noise came from the passenger side of the car. Frightened, looked on the road to make sure no one was coming and slammed her foot on the accelerator, dirt kicking up in a cloud as she flew off down the road.

When she became tired of fighting the wheel to keep the car on the road she pulled over into an abandoned gas station and got out to inspect her car.

Groaning, she kicked the front passenger tire, clenching her hands into fists as pain flew through her foot.

"This has to be the WORST day of my entire life." She fumed. Just then rain began to fall from the sky.

She lifted her head upward. "Dende, what the hell did I do to you to deserve this?!" She screamed at the sky.

Hobbling back to the driver side, she opened the door and watched as her purse slid into a puddle of mud. Frustrated and tired of fighting, she picked up her purse and climbed in the car. Dumping out the contents onto the floor of the passenger side, she found that the phone had landed on the battery, breaking it open and the liquids now leaking out and covering everything near by.

She could have and would have fixed her flat on her own if she had not given her spare to a family who needed to fix their own flat earlier that week.

Picking up her coin purse, she rummaged through it till she found 35 cents and then climbed back out into the rain and ran towards the phone booth.

After inserting the coins, she listened for the dial tone but it never came. Tugging lightly on the receiver she watched helplessly as the cord fell out of the box. Slamming the phone back down on the cradle, she stormed back out to her car, grabbed her wallet and keys, locked up her car and began to walk.

"Hopefully someone will come by before too long and offer me a ride to the nearest working station." She muttered as lightning filled the sky.

*****

30 minutes and 8 cars later, an 18-wheeler pulled to the side and offered her a ride.

Relieved that someone finally stopped, she climbed into the cab and the trucker gave her his jacket and asked her what she was doing walking out on the highway alone at this time of night.

Teeth chattering, she began to pour her heart out and tell this stranger all of the night's events as he listened quietly to her story.