Sarah looked in the mirror, with a smile on her face. Everything 


was going perfectly. This was the happiest day of her life, and she 


couldn’t believe her luck!
	


	She has not always had the best of lucks. In fact, the lack of it 



would probably explain a lot about her pessimistic and dark out look 



on life. She would always imagine the worst scenarios for every



situations what would come up, and though they would be 



exaggerated and farfetched, more often then not, they would 



actually come true. Maybe not at the horrifying degree that she had 



imagined, but it would still prove her point; she was jinxed.
	


	In 8th grade, her gym teacher asked for all of them to attempt 



climbing the rope. Not only was the rope pretty high up, but Sarah 


was 



a pretty short girl for her age. Upon hearing about this new exercise, 




she was filled with dread. What if while she’s on the rope, someone 



decides to be a wise guy and start shacking the rope, causing her to 



lose her grasp on the rope, falling head first on the ground, which will 



put her in a coma, and have her wake up a year later, completely 



retarded and useless. When she told her friend about her opinion on 



the rope issue, they laughed and called her silly. While on the rope, a 



bee flies into the gym and takes a liking to her ankle, causing her to 



freak out and attempt to brush it off, forgetting that her hands are 



required to keep her up on the rope. She fell and broke her ankle. This 

is just one example. 
	


	On her senior year, she was suppose to take a language with 



listening SAT II, and they require you to bring your own cassette 



player. All week she worries that she’ll show up on the wrong day, or 



at the wrong time. She gets there on the right day, albeit a few 



minutes late, but while she was freaking out about missing the day, 



she completely forgot to purchase a cassette player, causing her to not 



be able to take the test, and later on caused her to be rejected from 



Cornell University because she didn’t have the right amount of SAT 


II’s that they require.



	Now, these may not sound like a big deal, but if you take the 



time to count them all ( like Sarah did), the numbers tend to make 
you 

nervous. 
	



	After carefully studying the numbers, Sarah decided that maybe 



Marriage wouldn’t be a good idea. With her luck, her bridal shop 
might 



close down the day before her wedding, causing her to have to buy 



some ugly dress from the store for $50, because after all the expenses 



of the wedding, that’s all she could afford. Then the bus/limo 



transporting her Brides Maid will get into a horrible accident causing it 



to topple over and kill a few of them; the priest who’s doing the 



ceremony will confuse her wedding with a funeral, and while they are 



trying to convince him that no one had died, and that she wasn’t a 



transvestite, and therefore they are not a marrying gay couple, 



someone will go insane and start shooting people in the church. 



Finally, if they survive everything else and still get married, the food 



will cause everyone to be violently ill, and her new husband, thinking 



that they were all going to die, will confess that he had slept with her 

mom the night before.



	So that had her set on the fact that she wouldn’t get married. 

But then, she met him.



	Christien. 



	He was, and still is the one exception to my ridiculously long 



streak of bad luck. From the first time I saw him I was captivated. But 



my mantra of many years that had yet to fail me “with my luck” 



popped into my head. I imagined that while I was daydreaming about 



the ways in which I could get him to talk to me, he’d be imagining 



ways in which to kill me in the most horrible and pain-filled death. But 



I didn’t care. And fortunately for me, that didn’t happen either. 




However,, although I felt that nothing good would come out of that 




relationship, in the situation where one should take place (don’t even 



get me started on my past relationships), I still couldn’t get over the 



fascination I had for him. I had met him in this quaint little café, where 



I had ducked into on my way home to wait out the rain that just came 



out of nowhere, even though my weather report had predicted a sunny 



day; I seemed to have been the only one to have gotten that particular 



report seeing as everyone else had been ready for it with an umbrella.



 (Are the Gods angry at me? Whatever I did, I’m immensely and 



honestly sorry!).
	




	Anyway, as I tried to wring out all the rain water out of my 






clothes and hair, I looked around the room, noticing the cute 






mismatched couches, tables and chairs precariously sprawled out at 







random spots in the room. It feels like it should look like a disaster, 







but it actually worked! And it is during my inspection that I see him. 







Just sitting there, sipping on his coffee, and reading a book that I had 






read a while ago. He wasn’t doing anything special, just sitting there, 




focused on the story, and seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. And 



I became paralyzed, by the sheer beauty of it all.




From then on, it’s been nothing but a blur of bad luck free Happy days. 



Everything was perfect. To our first conversation, our first date, our 



first kiss, everything was just as I wished it to be, but never in my 



wildest dream thought that it would actually come true. In the 




beginning, “with my luck” kept on running through my head, but when 




event after even went perfectly, it became a dull, low noise in the back 




corner of my mind that I forgot even existed. Then he proposed to me, 




and I said yes without a thought. A Week before the wedding, my 



insecurities came back, and I begun to panic, but it was for nothing.




Here we are, the day of my wedding. The bride’s maids are here, I’m 




currently wearing my dress, and my mother died a long time ago, I 



helped my sister cater the food myself, and the priest is my cousin, 


and is young enough to know the difference between a funeral and a 



wedding. So we’re all set. Nothing could go wrong!



My bad luck is truly gone, and it’s all thanks to my wonderful new 


husband.



I love you Christien…




		***************************************




Sarah got into the limo, and they went on their way to the church. 




Everyone was there, and she was the only one absent. She had told 




everyone to go ahead so she could have some time to herself before 



the wedding. She didn’t really know why, but she felt the urge to 



contemplate her life in solitude. Today was the happiest day of her life, 




and she selfishly wanted to indulge herself in some quiet time, to 



reflect on how perfect her life as been since Christien came into her 



life. To her, he was a guardian angel, sent to her by God, as an 



apology to all the years of suffering she had had to endure. 




As they got closer to the church, She begun to smell something.



She knocked on the separating glass of the limo.



“Hey George, do you smell that? And why are we stopping? Is the car 



burning??? I smell something burning!!” She begun to panic and try to 


get out of the limo.



George got out of the car, and stood by the door, stopping her from 



getting out.




“Miss, I wouldn’t get out if I were you,” he told her in a strain voice, a 




look of horror, sadness and pity on his face.




She was confused. What was going on?




“George get out of the way? Are you worried that something will shock 



me? Honestly man! I have seen quite a few disasters in my life, I’m 




sure it won’t affect me to much! Now let me out.”




George seemed unsure, but finally seemed to come to a decision, and 




slowly got out of her way.




The sight that greeted her, was possibly the worst thing that could 



have met her eyes.




She gasped softly and crumpled to the ground, the only thing saving 



her from a concussion being the arms of the chauffer.




			****************************



“Today, we bring you a very sad and tragic story. Today, which should 




have been the happiest day for a soon to have been married couple 



ended before it even begun. The church withholding the family and 




friends of the couple, along with the groom burst into flames, leaving 




no survivors. The Bride who seemed to have chosen to come in later 



then everyone else, was the sole survivor of that party. Unfortunately, 



the tragedy has not left her unscathed,  seeing as she seems to have 



gone into shock and as regressed into a petulant and bratty 5 year old, 



demanding to have her prince returned to her. In her most sane 




phases, she only seem to be able to utter one phrase…



‘With my luck…’ 
                                                


This is Jessica Spencer reporting live for the WC, news at 10...”