“Merry 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
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 straight.
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 years.
I take a few steps, and feel my foot slipping. I regret paying attention to ‘Santa’ instead of the ground.
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 me.
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 me.
“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, awkwardly.
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“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
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
“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 him.
“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 geometry.”
“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 name.
“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 me.
He blushes and looks at the ground. “I was going to ask you if you were all right, since you fell.”
I cringe. So someone I know did see that.
“Well, yeah, I’m okay.”
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 usual.
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