Christmas! Merry Christmas to all! Happy Holidays! Stay in school
kids! Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, everybody!" Says some guy in front
of a holiday decorated store in a Santa suit says.
I give him the evil eye as he
stares at me, with a stupid grin on his face.
It's even not Christmas yet. I
mean, really. It is only December fifth. Santa should get his facts
I finish getting the snow of my
boot, stand up from the bench I was sitting on, and start walking
to school again. Dumb ice. Why don't people put some salt on
sidewalks or something? People would have a lot less accidents. I
hate it when people are so optimistic. It makes me agitated that
some people are lucky enough not get bad luck during December like
me. I don't want to think about what happened in the last few
I take a few steps, and feel my
foot slipping. I regret paying attention to 'Santa' instead of the
I scream right before I fall to
the ground, hitting my bottom pretty hard.
"Ow." I mumble. I try to get up
from the ice I slipped on, but all I do is stumble again, hitting
the left side of my back. Okay, now that hurt.
I look around at the ground,
seeing feet, seeing them stop for a second, no doubt looking at
I look up to see the guy in the
Santa suit running toward me. Oh no. Not him again.
"Are you all right?" he asks
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just throbbing
in pain, nothing to worry about." I answer.
He raises an eyebrow before he
offers a hand, covered in a white glove. I see someone on the
sidewalk across from me smirk (or is that a grin..?) I suddenly
feel like the stupidest person on the planet. I must look pretty
funny, on the ground with Santa next to me. And somehow, I get up
from the ice without slipping and take a step away.
"Well, um, bye." I say,
"Are you sure you're
"Yeah," I say and walk away
faster than before. Thank God no one I know was there to see that.
They would be laughing their asses off by now.
And that's why I hate the
holiday season. Somehow, someway, ever since grade seven, I've been
getting bad luck at the start of December until Christmas Eve. I
don't know why, it just works like that.
I continue walking to school,
being cautious of the ground my boots walk on. So far so good. Ten
minutes of no falling.
Eventually while looking at the
ground, I see a pair of boots rapidly approaching me. Right when I
look up in alarm, boom! Me and some unfortunate person bang into
each other and collapse to the snowy sidewalk.
What else is new?
I land on my tail bone and
bang my head. Ouch.
"I'm sorry," a voice says.
"I wasn't looking."
I look up from the ground
and see a familiar face. He goes to my school. He's in my
geometry and language class. He's a good student, I remember.
He always raises his hand in class and gets his assignments
handed in early.
His name is Tommy, I think.
It's weird how I've never taken a real look at him before, even
after being in the same school for four months. I take a
sideways glance. He has light brown hair and eyes; chocolate
brown you could say. He's taller than me, I know that much, and
he's wearing a black jacket, blue jeans and sneakers. You know,
he's not as bad looking as I remember.
"It's alright." I say,
leaving my thoughts. "I wasn't looking either."
I get up from the ground,
which I'm very familiar with now, and stand in front of
"Are you alright?" he asks.
"That looked like that hurt."
"Yeah, I'm used to falling
down. This is nothing."
"Well...I'll see you in
"See ya." I say, and
continue walking. After five steps or so I remember what I was
going to say to him.
I turn around and call his
"Tommy!" Tommy stops and
turns around and so I ask, "Why were you walking the opposite
direction anyways? School's that way." I point behind
He blushes and looks at the
ground. "I was going to ask you if you were all right, since
I cringe. So someone I know
did see that.
"Well, yeah, I'm
I continue my walk to
school, praying I wouldn't have any more interruptions.
I miraculously manage to get
to school on time without any more accidents.
Evergreen High School isn't
anything out of the ordinary. Average sized, brick walls, the