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The following is a piece of writing submitted by Angela on January 15, 2008
"She did a really bad job on this one XD She's going to tell you that right now. First off, she thinks she went slightly off topic. Ah well. Second, she was experimenting with a new writing style and was just being silly. She hopes, at least, you'll find it amusing."

The Worst Day Ever

It was the worst day in history. Really. It even said so on the calendar that hung in my kitchen. In big, bold, sharpie-fied letters. WORST DAY IN THE HISTORY OF EVER.

Allow me to explain. I'm superstitious. Very. And today is Friday the thirteenth. The unlucky one. (Yes, I'm well aware of the fact that sometimes, there are two "Friday the thirteenths").

That being said, I ransacked my bedside drawer for the arsenal of good luck charms I kept there. My blue rabbit's foot (unlucky for the rabbit but lucky for me!), a charm that was blessed by this one fortune telling gypsy I met at the fair (it was suppose to ward off evil but I figured bad luck was close enough), and a lucky penny I found with my birth year on it (no cool story there unfortunately.

I also went into my closet and took out my lucky sneakers, lucky socks, lucky shirt, and lucky pants. I even put on my lucky underwear (yes, I washed it).

After I had fully garbed myself, I dropped my charms in my pocket and headed down to breakfast... I had Lucky Charms cereal and some eggs, sunny side up.

When I left the house, I was surprised I was not accosted by the miniture poodle from the fiery pits of hell (my neighbor's yard) nor was I late for the bus. Happily, I assumed that luck was on my side and nothing could go wrong.

The rest of the day went by wonderfully. In first hour, we had a sub and watched a movie. My crush sat next to me during second hour and during lunch, the cafeteria served my favorite food. So far, nothing went wrong. But of course, all good things must come to an end. And it did, during fourth hour.

As soon as I walked into the classroom, an aura of bad feelings assaulted me as if I had just been hit by a truck. A big truck. A big truck of dumb bad luck.

I slowly walked down the isle of metal chairs and looked worriedly at my classmates. Many had already seated themselves and had their history textbooks opened. A bad feeling was growing in the pit of my stomach.

"We have a test today, don't we," I inquired a nearby classmate.

"Yeah, how much did you study?" he asked as the bell rang, denoting that impending doom had once again outwitted me.

"None. I forgot," I said sadly as I smacked my head against the table. "Maybe if I hit myself hard enough, I'll pass out."

Instead of the teacher walking in, I saw a substitute. Hope soared once again. Maybe the teacher had forgotten to leave the test or instructions for the class.

"Class, settle down, settle down," she said needlessly. "I'm going to take roll call."

There's hope yet, I thought.

"Then, we'll start immediately on your 200 question test."

Nope. Looks like bad luck has caught up with me again.

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