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Do you believe in superstitions?
My name is Shouta. And I never believe in superstitions. Not until that dreadful day.
It was Friday. And it was my favorite day. It means no classes the next day of course.
My sister was annoying me as always. She kept on telling me about these bad lucks and omen.
I really don’t care about it. That’s why I usually ignore her.
“Hey brother, be careful on your way all right. It’s Friday...”
“Yeah right! I’ll go ahead. See you later. Bye!”
“Brother, be safe!”
I always walk to school with my best friend. He lives a few blocks away from where I live. I typically wait for him in the corner of the street. While I was waiting, I heard a voice up roaring for something.
“Kid! Will you please stop my cat!”
“What? What cat?”
“One in front of you!”
The old man thanked me for his cat. My friend arrived after a few minutes. We were able to walk to school safe and sound. After the 1st period my teacher asked me to bring a box of weird things in the teacher’s lounge. It was so heavy I had difficulty in opening the door. A few objects fell from the box including something in a paper bag that shattered. I asked my teacher for apology and luckily she accepted it.
My whole day at school was fine. I passed the pop quiz during the last period. I was really glad. My friend had to stay for a while because of his basketball practice. So I decided to take the bus in order to get home earlier. I rushed and took the first bus. As I reach for some pennies in my pocket, a coin suddenly fell.
Screech…
BAM!
“Woohoo! What the hell happened?”
Everyone was screaming and shouting. I tried to check out what had happened. The bus I was riding struck a power line post. Good thing I was reaching for the coin. I almost died.
I ride off the bus and walked. I checked myself for bruises or any sign of bumps but I was good as new. I was still lucky. I arrived home early as I expected.
“Mom! I’m home!”
I heard my sister talking to my mother in the kitchen. She was crying out loud. I though it was because of her failing in the exam. Nana never told mom about it. I just figured it out last night.
“He’s gone right? Tell me mom! Ahuhu”
“I’m afraid he is sweetie.”
They were talking about something else. I can’t understand what they were saying. I approached my father who was sitting in his favorite couch.
“Hey dad, what’s going on here? Is grandpa dead?”
He didn’t answer my question. Instead, he stood up and walked away passing through me. Yes. He walked away, through me. That’s the time I figured it out. Everything came back to me.
The calendar marks Friday. It was Friday the 13th.
The old man’s cat. It was black.
And the thing inside the paper bag. It was a mirror.
After what happened, I started to believe in superstitions. But it was already too late for me.
Now, I suggest you better start believing in them. Sometimes, it’s not really about bad lucks and omens. It’s just a simple warning and a few signs, for you to be careful.