My Special Miracle

Miracle is a girl who always have bad luck, unlike her best friend who seems to have the best luck in the world. Because of Miracle's bad luck, she gave up on everything, especially love, but when she is forced to attend a Christmas party by her parents, this party might just change her life. But will this party really change Mircale's life, and the starting point of her happiness, or will this party just leave Miracle in despair.

An unlucky girl, a girl who lost belief in love, that girl, it used to be me.

Looking out at the wide sea, where the sun is just setting. The colors of red, orange, yellow mixed together painted the sea top, I thought about how lucky I was to be here, living my life in content, but I know it wasn't always like this. My life changed for the better when I went to a party that my parents forced me to go to at 19 years old.

"Ow" I shouted as the pain slowly spread through my entire right leg. Sigh, just my luck, I thought, another bruise forming from my carelessness.

Well, hi, I’m not much of a social person, only myself with friends. Anyways, I'm Miracle, which isn't a common name, but my parents just named me that when I was born. I never really got to ask them why they decided to call me that, because in my opinion, for the past 19 years, I have received nothing but bad luck. Nothing good happens to me ever, and it's always the bad luck that catches up to me. I always wonder if I did something horrible in my past life, to deserve all these bad luck in the after life.

Then there's my best friend, who is the complete opposite of me. He's called Sammy, but I call him Monkey sometimes because of his hyperness.

For him, it always seems as if he gets the good luck, and I’m stuck with the bad luck, and we often joke about this, but I don't like the way it's always been likes this. Sammy always gets good grades, even without trying, he's always at the right place at the right time, winning contests, never gets hurt even though he's more reckless than me, he has the perfect family, and most importantly, he got a girlfriend that he loves, and is loved in return.

Ever since I was little, I have wondered why I never get the best of luck, and I seem to always be at the wrong place at the wrong time. From all that I remember, the only lucky thing I ever experienced was when I became best friends with Sammy.

No matter how much I wish for a perfect family like Sammy's and many others, I got a family that was going through a divorced. A family that does not love like what a family should be. All of this plus stress of college isn't what I wanted at all in my life, but, I have to keep up with it, and hide my feelings from the world.

I thought how my life sucked, and thinking is it always going to stay like this.

"Yes" my thoughts whispered back. Hey I talk to myself okay? It happens when you have so much stress, you're too tired to have strength to open your mouth. Wait or I’m just weird.

Either way, I didn't know that my thoughts were wrong, that my life will be changed, maybe even for the better, but not without a cost.

"MIRRRACLEEEE" Sammy shouted when he saw me after class.

"SAAAMMMY" I screamed back.

We ran towards each other, but then we were too fast and couldn't stop so we banged into each other. "Owww" Both Sammy and I said, glaring at each other.

"What did you do that for?" Sammy whined.


"Yes you"

Sammy and I continued glaring at each other when Sammy's girlfriend Crystal came, laughing all the way.

"Hey Crystal" I smiled and said. Crystal was a really sweet girl, and she's the only one who can make Sammy blush, besides me of course, I'm his best friend.

"Hey miracle" she answered back, going over to Sammy, giving him a small kiss, still laughing, looking amused at our fight.

I would be lying if I said that Crystal and I bonded right away. At first, she thought that I and Sammy was dating, but when she asked us if we were, we only looked at each other and burst out laughing. Crystal and I still had fights before even after she asked that question, but then we stopped once we realize how much it affected Sammy. We talked over it, and now we're good friends, and Sammy is just being Sammy, all carefree and hyper.

"Crap, I have to go now" I hurriedly said to Sammy and Crystal, "I have work, Crystal I'll text you later, and Sammy, I don't know, I’ll do something." I said and left, running past everyone like a maniac. I bet people were looking at me like I was high or something.

"BYYYE MIRACLE" Sammy screamed, while Crystal burst out laughing at Sammy's weirdness.

I laughed with them, but then I bumped into a pole. "Owww" I moaned, glaring hatefully at the pole. Why does this always happen to me. Ugh.

"Ugh crap, I really got to hurry." as I continued sprinting to the place I work.

Work was boring, and it passed painfully as I continued my work. When I got home, it was already 9, and I'm exhausted and sleepy. Crystal and Sammy tried to keep me entertained, but then, my boss got mad at me for having my phone out.

"Hey mom, I'm home" I shouted, but I heard nothing in the house. I thought she would be home by now. Just in case, I checked her room, and saw her sitting down by the bed crying.

"Mom, what happened?" I asked running over, concern in every word. Although, my mom kept crying, not forming any sentences I can understand, I knew that this thing was about my dad again.

My family started out as the perfect family, and I was so happy, but then, a year ago, something changed. My dad, he just doesn’t put in any affection or effort into this family anymore, and seems to care more and more about the outside world. My mom was devastated but she couldn't stop him.

I went to my room after I helped my mom to her bed to let her rest. I stared at my bed, then at my homework, debating to do which. But the bed was calling out to me, and it's a much better option then homework so I gave in, and jumped on my bed. It creaked a bit, and I fell asleep right away, the days just keep getting more stressful.


The next day was uneventful, I did what I had to do, and went home.

"I'm home" I yelled and heard my mom reply "honey, come to the living room."

I hurried over, but skidded to a stop as I saw the man I use to call my dad. I glared at him, and stood there. "What do you want now?" I asked, glaring hatefully at him.

"I'm just here to visit for the last time. I and your mom will get a divorce, but before that I want us to go to a party, the last one. “He said.

"Sigh, I can't say no, can I?" I asked, but I already knew the answer. "Fine, I'll goo, but don't expect me to treat you any differently." I said to him angrily and ran upstairs to my room.

Seems like I'm going to a party. Wait, I don't even know when and where.

Sigh, I'll just figure it all out tomorrow.

Today? I'm going to get rid of the stress that's been put on me.

Life's not fair, but, its life, it’s not supposed to be fair.

The End

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