Im So Unlucky

Chapter One

Great...When I thought life couldn't get any worse, it turns out worse. First my boyfriend, well now 'ex-boyfriend' cheats on me with APARENTLY my personal everyday bully. Second my dad & mum get a divorce for no apparent reason. Third my first & only friend hangs himself and he leaves a note for ONLY me, me,  saying that he likes me and telling me to go to our hide-out which is inside a tall and hollow tree if I ever need to cry or see him....And then finally to wrap up all the drama, Im currently packing all my belongings and moving to Japan from Sydney, SYDNEY and fricken JAPAN all because dad has family over there and mum left us after the divorce. How Great.

"Need any help?" I turn around to see a red-headded girl with stunning light blue eyes. I simply nod and she helps me pick up a box full of pots, pans and other metal objects. "Im Felisha by the way". She smiles at me and I just look at the box while we set it in my dads big van continuing to walk to another box that has my name on it 'Raven'. She came rushing back to help me but I rudely decline. ' I don't care ' I kept screaming at myself, saying I don't need friends because if I do I bet they'll either be a fake-friend or leave me once they have my trust...plus Im leaving so what's the point in having a friend when Im leaving really soon.

"Raven! Do you want to ge-" my dad cuts himself off when he sets his eyes on the red head named Felisha. "So, you've made a new friend?" He asks. I scan over Felisha's figure and I can sense the hint of hope in her eyes. "No" I bluntly reply, and with that said I keep walking down the stairs and stopping infront of the van, deciding whether to put the box in the passenger seat on the floor or in the back with all the others. 'Ugh! Stuff it!' I gently place my belongings in the passenger seat and proceed to what I was doing, until a familiar mop of hair is running towards me with a blond wave of curls following right behind the figure.

'Ugh, why does bad luck and misfortune always have to follow me' that's what I named the two love-birds: Bad Luck (ex-boyfriend) and Miss Fortune (My personal bully). Annoyed with the presence of the two, I grabbed for my phone and plugged in my earphones, while playing 'Do It Like A Dude' by Jessie J and walking for my house, suddenly Im pushed back and Im now face-to-face with Noah, aka Bad Luck. I sneered at the thought of his nickname and to me it suited him perfectly. I finally speak up "What in the world was your stupid-nonexistent brain processing to make you come anywhere close to Me, you sick, living, hideous, zombie" I spat at him with every word while ripping my earphones out. "A living zombie? But their dead.." I rolled my eye's at him "THATS THE POINT, because you're dead to me. But unfortunately moving and breathing" I yelled at him getting even angrier at his stupidity, and yanked myself out of his grasp, well I tried, and to my luck I miserably failed, his face somehow landed right beside my neck. 'I use to shiver when he did that. Heh. But not anymore.' I mentally snickered at the position me and Noah are in...And soon I see the love-sick puppy running to her owner.

"I'm so sorry for leaving you. Please come back in my life, because I have feelings for you and I want to express them to you. Please, I need you and I...I-I..L-L, I love you, OKAY!" He caressed my cheek 'I would always blush when he touched me like this' I smiled as I saw the blond bimbo on the verge of tears. I look into his eyes and smirk while thinking of a plan to escape and ruin his so called 'feelings'. He took the smirk as a chance to lean in...And I acted just the same. 'Acted is now officially my favourite word'.

Just as our lips were going to touch I jerked my head back and the blond bimbo slapped his face until it was covered in red hand prints. "You liar! You said that to me! That I was special and that you loved Me! Im So done with you Noah! Have fun with this shitty whore" She screamed at the top of her lungs making me laugh on the inside but I had to keep a straight face for this plan to go well. "Bye you sick fuck" In the most entertaining mere seconds of my life I was very proud of myself for what I have accomplished.