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☆ ☆ ☆ LUCKY BENNETT
Most days were a series of unfortunate events in the life of Lucky Bennett, and today was no different. First thing in the morning she was fired from her job - which, okay. Setting fire to an entire art installment was a pretty bad accident, but really how are stacks of rotting garbage supposed to be taken seriously as art anyway?
On her way back home her old junker car decided to die right in the middle of an intersection and nearly caused a pileup accident. Lucky couldn't afford to pay the tow and now her dead car was stuck in some impound lot somewhere, with her purse inside that had her I.D. and her rent check. ...the rent check was going to bounce if the landlord tried to cash it, but that was beside the point.
To top it off, the wiring in her tiny studio apartment was on the fritz, making all the lights do this weird blinky buzzing thing that was starting to make her feel nauseous. Abandoning the room to step out on the balcony, Lucky leaned on the railing and scowled up at the night sky.
Should she just jump off? She was usually quite a perky and joyful person! But the more she listened to her favorite radio show talking about The Lives of the Cursed, the more she started thinking those wacky conspiracies about ancient mummies and bloodline curses could actually be true. Her parents were patchouli wearing hippies that spent a lot of time smoking in old graveyards, maybe they pissed off some dead Victorian and now Lucky was going to spend the rest of her life warding off disaster until some mirror demon drowned her in the sink.
Something flashy in the sky caught her attention. At first Lucky thought it was a low flying plane, but the way it shimmered and burned through the sky it had to be something all the way up there in the atmosphere. A shooting star! How rare to see those out here in the city where the light pollution was so strong!
"I wish..." she paused, this was sort of goofy. Lucky wasn't eight years old anymore, nor did she believe in wishes. But after today, what could it hurt, really?
"I wish things were just a little bit easier. You know, a little help here and there? I'm trying my best, I really am! But I wouldn't mind a free pizza, or a job, or a roommate that isn't going to try and stab me with a tooth brush in the middle of the night. But I really am fine with just the pizza, universe. A pizza would be great."
The next day, downstairs while getting her mail from the lock boxes, Lucky found a coupon for a free pizza. She immediately started laughing. Maybe wishes weren't so bad after all!
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