Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m not the superstitious type. I am fine with opening an umbrella indoors, and I don’t flip if I see a black cat. But, when it comes to Friday the 13th, I’m expecting the worst.
Some people, like my dad, believe that since 13 is a bad luck number for everyone else, it’s good luck for them. And my cousin(who is turning 13 on Friday the 13th, 2013) believes that as well. But not me.
Today was not exactly good. One of my closet friends seemed pretty distant, which I’m not too worried about. But I found out someone I was considering following online was annoying and posts cuss words. Then there’s reading buddies, which only reminds of my little cousin who goes to a different school now. Plus, I was on my knees the whole time. I got hurt in PE also.
You can think what you want about Friday the 13th, but it will always be a day of bad luck for me.