I'm not superstitious in the least, actually. But whatever.

Date: 13th February

Character: Bella

Stimulus: Unlucky

The 13th of February. And a Friday, no less. I wondered if someone up there had it in for me. Today would undoubtedly be a day of falls, trips, and other forms of generally bad luck. As if I needed any more bad luck. As if I deserved any more bad luck.

But perhaps it was my fault… perhaps I had done something wrong…

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As I collapsed into bed that evening, I was physically and mentally exhausted. I had fallen no less then twenty-seven times. My wrist was broken—and bandaged, courtesy of Forks general hospital. The bikes today had been disastrous. I had several essays to complete. I had burnt Charlie's dinner and, though he hadn't said anything, I knew that he had also had a bad day, and had looked forward to coming home to my cooking.

Friday the 13th was never a good day. Somehow, today had been worse.