Get (Un) Lucky 🍀

I’m not your average teen. 

I mean, I look like it. Straight brunette hair, dark bluish grey eyes and deep tan skin dotted with freckles. But I have things that others don’t.

Like what you may ask?

Popularity for one. And yes I know that a lot of people have that but my popularity is next level. I’m kind of like a superstar at my school.

On the Skyline school social page I have over four hundred followers. So pretty much the whole senior school follows me. 

Another thing I have is money.

My mother is a famous director and my father is an amazing baker for the best bakery in town. I’m part of the famous Carter family. 

And my name is Emilee Carter.

Emilee Carter. Fourteen, only child and raised with high expectations. Has a fennec fox-yes you heard right. A fennec fox named Sandy and lives in a mansion. 

A mansion with a game room, a spa room with an indoor pool, a library and a secret room only I know about.

The last thing I have is luck.

So. Much. Luck. Almost too much. 

My parents always say I’m the luckiest girl in the world and honestly...? They’re right. 

I find money everywhere I go, I see celebrities when I go to the set of my mother’s films and...I just....I mean I do love having this luck but sometimes....sometimes it’s too much. People call me names because I’m so spoiled . “Luckilee.” They call me. 

I get sick of it every now and then.

I hugged my books to my chest and looked at the clock.

Shoot.

It was nine twenty five. Five minutes till math. 

Oh no. Mr Raymond is super strict. He’ll give me detention if I’m late for sure. 

An idea came to me at that point. What if I became late? Like, what if I....?

No.

No one will care if I out of all people get detention once. It’s not going to do anything to my rep. Letting out a loud sigh I slammed my locker shut.

I was sitting down at my wooden desk while Mr Raymond gave a boring equation for algebra or something other. I tapped my fingers on the smooth surface vigorously, thinking about luck. 

Why oh why do I have to have my life? I would do anything to have a day with zero luck. Even a minute of being a normal, average person!

“Em.” A voice whispered my name. “Em. Em!” A jab in the ribs snapped me back to reality and I stared at the person next to me.

My best friend Levi motioned to Mr Raymond who stood at the whiteboard, looking directly at me. “Miss Carter,” he growled. “Do you know the answer?” 

I turned my head to look at Tess who shrugged and I decided to take a guess. “Eighty six?” I asked cluelessly.

Mr Raymond looked at me, emotions fluttering across his face like butterflies. “Correct. Miss Smith? Would you like to explain how she may have gotten that answer?” 

Great. Another stroke of luck for Luckilee.

Levi and Tess sat down on either side of me and looked at each other. I was sitting down, my face smushed against the table. My hair was gathered up in a knotted pile in front of my face and I sat up slowly. “What am I going to do Tess? Levi?” 

Tess looked at me with one eyebrow raised, “Fix your hair?” I stuck my tongue out at her and rubbed my fingers on the side of my head. “No,” I groaned. “Fix my luck.”

Levi burst into laughter. “Luck?! You’re literally the luckiest girl in the world!” 

“That’s what I’m trying to fix!” I threw my head back dramatically. 

“Why?!” Tess and Levi asked in unison. 

“Because,” I said. “I don’t want to be Luckilee.”

I flopped onto my bed and grabbed my phone. 

Time to fix this.

“Things...that..make...you...unlucky.” I said the words as I typed them into the omni box and pressed enter.

47,700,000 results came up in a blink of an eye. Technology is so fast!

I read the results carefully, considering what I could do.

Break a mirror? Well....mum would kill me but that would be bad luck right?! I may be dead but people won’t call me Luckilee any more, they’ll call me...they’ll call me.....UNLUCKILEE!

Let’s have a look at some other options before smashing some glass. 

Flock of birds going from left to right? Nah. That’s just a chance thing. I need it to happen straight away. 

Friday the thirteenth? Oooooh! Let’s look into that!

“Friday..the..thirteenth.” I pressed enter once again and a bunch of creepy pictures of scary dudes with those hockey masks appeared on my screen and I squeezed my eyes shut. “How about Friday the thirteenth day? Sandy? What do you think?” My fennec fox made a bark-like sound and her head bobbed up and down. 

I typed in the last word and a bunch of results came up and I scrolled down to find a website that wasn’t Wikipedia. Don’t trust it. I mean it’s alright but it called Jeremy Renner a Velociraptor once! History.com. That sounds ok.

I clicked on the link and it took me to a big website. I scrolled down, trying to find what I needed. 

Ah ha! 

What has happened on Friday the thirteenth in the past?

Blah blah blah....bombings.....murders....imprisoning people in France....this sounds perfect! And from further research the next Friday the thirteenth is this week! 

Unluckilee, hear I come!

Friday the thirteenth

Today is the day! The day that I won’t be known as the lucky, spoiled teen but I will be known as.....

“UNLUCKILEE!” I shouted into the mirror confidently. I looked to Sandy who made eye contact and shut her eyes to sleep. 

I tried to walk to school as slow as I could so I would finally be able to get a late pass and what do you know? It worked!

The office lady stared at me with wide eyes and handed me the pass. She had known me for a while and knew that I was super lucky so it must have been shocking to hand me one. 

I strutted through the hallway, thinking: ‘Unluckilee, one. Luckilee, zero.’

Levi was sitting down at the lab table that we share when I entered the room. He stared at me with wide eyes and jabbed me with his finger. “You’re late!” He exclaimed in disbelief and I nodded coyly. “I know.”

Mrs Fraser was teaching us about some experiment and I wasn’t really paying attention...so when we got our ingredients or whatever I had no idea what order to put them in. I turned to look at Levi, then realised he was in the bathroom so I shrugged and started to put the ingredients in. No specific order-just a guess. I put in a few things and nothing happened. Then I put in the sodium and the mixture started to bubble. It started to make popping sounds and the liquid started to rise up and fall over the sides of the flask. The mixture exploded and hit the roof of the lab.

“EMILEE!” Miss Fraser shouted over the noise of people shrieking, “WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“I don’t know!” It came out like a question and Mrs Fraser started to evacuate the students from the room

Unluckilee, two. Luckilee, zero.

I think it’s quite clear who won ;)