Misfortune
I sighed as I stood in front of my locker, “What is it this time?” I whispered to myself, expecting dead rats, or insects that somehow got inside my locker. To others, it seems like I’m being bullied but my classmates think I’m too pitiful to bully; moreover, even the meanest girls in school help me for the same reason. Nevertheless, no matter what they do, my unluckiness remains undefeated; that’s why they often call me ‘Misfortune’.
I slowly unlock my locker ready to take in whatever is about to get me, I took a breath before opening it aggressively. Too aggressive, the door of my locker fall off. I groan in annoyance but soon after a piece of paper inside my locker caught my attention.
“What could it be?...” I wondered, “A detention slip? damage fee? loan sharks?” those are usually what I receive but this time my guesses are incorrect; it is a letter.
I assumed it was a complaint, so I reminisced about all the incidents and accidents I’d been through these past few days, but too much came to mind. I decided to just open the letter to find out instead of making endless guesses.
I was wrong again, Is it because my misfortune won’t allow my guesses to be correct? wow, should I keep making guesses to avoid trouble?
Just kidding, that’s just ridiculous...
I read the letter in my head and chuckled.
I’m a transfer student from class c and I overheard my classmates talking about you, Miss Fortune, right? What a coincidence! back at my old school, my friends called me Mister Fortune, I say we are destined together, aren’t we? ^^ Let’s be penpals! my locker is the third one to the right of yours.
I’ll be waiting for your reply :))
What is this? A prank? either way, I’m not interested to be ‘penpals’ with this person...
The next day, I received another letter from that person. The very same letter, “Maybe he thought I didn’t receive his letter yesterday?” I thought to myself. Again, I ignored it.
“Yo Misfortune, a found a letter in my locker and it seems like it’s for you...”
I took the letter and opened it, what is written is still the same. Except he added something...
I saw you slip a while ago at the cafeteria, are you okay?
“He should have gotten the clue that he go it all wrong...” I sighed before deciding to give him a reply on scratch paper from my math class.
I wrote my reply in an unpleasant manner for him to stop. But, unfortunately for me, he didn’t stop. I kept on trying on giving him short and lousy replies, even tried ignoring him again, but his letter kept on going.
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I asked him, why is he using letters when we can just use our phones, and his reply is as him as it can be.
That’s true, and it’s much easier and faster that way. But, I like the thrill of waiting for your letters every other day, even though you only write a single sentence or less per letter. You also have amazing handwriting, I feel like hanging it in my bedroom.
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A single word this time... how cute ^^ by the way, a little something about myself, I play a lot of instruments! just a little flex ;)
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That’s just horrible... oh another thing! I have a performance later after class, you should come! I dedicated this song to you ;)
I came, and I even prepared myself in case of any incidents, but something came up that forced me to miss his performance. It’s nothing new, but somehow I felt frustrated that I didn’t get to watch it.
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That’s alright! here is the copy of the song :)) Please listen to it!
It was the first time I heard his voice, I thought it’ll just be an instrumental type, I didn’t expect I’ll be hearing him sing. I couldn’t help but smile, and then after that, the flash drive containing the music got corrupted out of nowhere.
It was unfortunate, but I felt the luckiest being able to hear him.
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I thought it was nothing but a small crush, but every time I read his letters, I kept falling in love again. But I was scared, that my misfortune will get in the way; so I pushed this feeling away.
I opened my locker, hiding my excitement I grabbed the letter and read it in my head. It was an unusual letter, his letters are often long but this time, there are only three words.
I love you
It was just words written on a piece of paper, I can’t see if it was sincere, or just a stupid joke, but I hide the fact that it made me the happiest that I’d ever been. For the first time, my reply is longer than his.
The moment I slipped my letter into his locker, I felt a presence from behind.
“Miss... fortune?”
The voice gave away who it was. The person that made me feel like Miss Fortune.
“Is that you?” He asked, but I was afraid to face him and respond. What if this is just an imagination of mine? what If I turned around but to only see emptiness?
“You got the wrong person...” I mumbled before trying to walk out of this situation, but he grabbed my hand lightly. “I’ve always wondered how would it feel like to hold your hands...” He said.
He hurriedly let go of my hands, “Sorry was I making you uncomfortable? I didn’t mean to...” He explained and this time I was the one who grabbed his hand. I gained the courage to face him, but the moment I did,
It happened...
He disappeared.
Like what happened to the other people I got attached to, they all disappeared.
I’m supposed to be used to this... but why am I crying?
“I hate him... I never wanted to see his face!”
“He annoys me!”
“HE IS THE WORST THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME!”
I shouted, but it was no use. My feelings are too strong to deny, I never thought I’ll fall for someone within a short time...
How I wish I didn’t have this pesky feeling,
Then maybe you would still be here...
But that would be impossible, it’s too troublesome to stop loving you...
