Pardeep Kaur
11-26-02
The Bad Combination
I knew we shouldn't have gone to Paris on Friday the 13th. That's what I told my mom but.
" Mom! Can't we leave on Thursday or something instead?" I begged.
" No, Sam!" she replied. "We're not going to cancel our plans just because you think it's unlucky!"
"I don't care what you think. I'm not gonna go, and that's that!" I stormed out of my mom's room and into my bedroom. You see, at first I was really excited about going to Paris to visit my relatives for the summer, but I checked the calendar and saw that we would leave on Friday the 13th. I also knew that we would fly over the Bermuda Triangle on the way to Paris. For some reason I didn't care about it before, but I just didn't like the combination of Friday the 13th and the Bermuda Triangle. Since I'm only 11 years old my mom would never let me stay home alone, so that's out of the question. I could've stayed with my best friend Angela ***** but she's going to California, so I should forget about that too. The date of our trip is only 2 days away so I should think of something quick. But I should probably tell you about myself before I start thinking. My name is Samantha Thomas but everyone calls me Sam. I am 11 years old and I have brownish, blonde hair. I usually like school but boy, am I ready for a break! Tomorrow is the last day of school, and I'll start seventh grade next year. My parents are recently divorced so my mom's pretty cranky these days. I was the one who suggested this trip because I thought my mom could use a vacation. Little did I know what this vacation might turn into.
I decided to call Angela over for a sleepover and we could talk about my dilemma. I went to my mom's room and asked for her permission.
" Mom, can Angela stay the night today?"
" Oh, sure" she answered, " but I won't be home tonight so Kelly is going to baby-sit you."
" But Mo-om!" I began to protest.
" Please, Sam! I don't have time for this!"
I decided to leave the room. Mom's a little moody these days, and she's bound to explode any minute. I ran downstairs to the den and dialed Angela's phone number.
" Hello?" said Angela.
" Hey, Angela, it's me!"
" Hi, Sam! What's up" she replied.
" I need to talk to you about something. Can you come over tonight?" I asked.
" Hold on, I need to ask Mom."
"OK."
As I waited, I saw a shadow in my closet. The phone against my shoulder, I went over to it and opened it. Nothing was there. It must've been the wind or something, but it gave me the chills. Boy, was I glad Angela was coming over.
"Hello?" said Angela.
"Yeah?" I said.
" I can come over. Should I come now?"
" Sure, I guess."
Angela lives pretty near me so she was over in about five minutes. After we'd gotten her things to my room, we sat down on my bed.
"What's up?" she asked in a concerned voice.
"You know how we're going to Paris this Friday? Well this Friday is going to be Friday the 13th!" I exclaimed. "And," I continued, " we're going to be passing the Bermuda Triangle on our way!"
"OOH! That can't be good!" she replied.
"I know! So what am I supposed to do about it?"
Angela sighed and thought for a moment. "Have you thought about getting out of the trip?" she wanted to know.
"Of course! But there's no way of getting out of it. I told Mom about this and she didn't seem to care about it," I answered. "So what's gonna happen now?"
The Bad Combination
I knew we shouldn't have gone to Paris on Friday the 13th. That's what I told my mom but.
" Mom! Can't we leave on Thursday or something instead?" I begged.
" No, Sam!" she replied. "We're not going to cancel our plans just because you think it's unlucky!"
"I don't care what you think. I'm not gonna go, and that's that!" I stormed out of my mom's room and into my bedroom. You see, at first I was really excited about going to Paris to visit my relatives for the summer, but I checked the calendar and saw that we would leave on Friday the 13th. I also knew that we would fly over the Bermuda Triangle on the way to Paris. For some reason I didn't care about it before, but I just didn't like the combination of Friday the 13th and the Bermuda Triangle. Since I'm only 11 years old my mom would never let me stay home alone, so that's out of the question. I could've stayed with my best friend Angela ***** but she's going to California, so I should forget about that too. The date of our trip is only 2 days away so I should think of something quick. But I should probably tell you about myself before I start thinking. My name is Samantha Thomas but everyone calls me Sam. I am 11 years old and I have brownish, blonde hair. I usually like school but boy, am I ready for a break! Tomorrow is the last day of school, and I'll start seventh grade next year. My parents are recently divorced so my mom's pretty cranky these days. I was the one who suggested this trip because I thought my mom could use a vacation. Little did I know what this vacation might turn into.
I decided to call Angela over for a sleepover and we could talk about my dilemma. I went to my mom's room and asked for her permission.
" Mom, can Angela stay the night today?"
" Oh, sure" she answered, " but I won't be home tonight so Kelly is going to baby-sit you."
" But Mo-om!" I began to protest.
" Please, Sam! I don't have time for this!"
I decided to leave the room. Mom's a little moody these days, and she's bound to explode any minute. I ran downstairs to the den and dialed Angela's phone number.
" Hello?" said Angela.
" Hey, Angela, it's me!"
" Hi, Sam! What's up" she replied.
" I need to talk to you about something. Can you come over tonight?" I asked.
" Hold on, I need to ask Mom."
"OK."
As I waited, I saw a shadow in my closet. The phone against my shoulder, I went over to it and opened it. Nothing was there. It must've been the wind or something, but it gave me the chills. Boy, was I glad Angela was coming over.
"Hello?" said Angela.
"Yeah?" I said.
" I can come over. Should I come now?"
" Sure, I guess."
Angela lives pretty near me so she was over in about five minutes. After we'd gotten her things to my room, we sat down on my bed.
"What's up?" she asked in a concerned voice.
"You know how we're going to Paris this Friday? Well this Friday is going to be Friday the 13th!" I exclaimed. "And," I continued, " we're going to be passing the Bermuda Triangle on our way!"
"OOH! That can't be good!" she replied.
"I know! So what am I supposed to do about it?"
Angela sighed and thought for a moment. "Have you thought about getting out of the trip?" she wanted to know.
"Of course! But there's no way of getting out of it. I told Mom about this and she didn't seem to care about it," I answered. "So what's gonna happen now?"
