Friday, September 13, 2013
Friday the 13th
Until that one day--February 13th, a Friday, the day before Valentine's day.
I'd been seriously crushing on some boy, and rumor had it that he liked me too. LIKED me, liked me. So that Friday I giddily waited for him to shower me with cheap carnations and express his true feelings for me. And I waited. And waited. By the end of the school day I was desolate as only a teenaged girl can be. Obviously Friday the 13th working against me. I moped my way to my locker, just wanting the day to end, and when I opened it, inside were two of the most beautiful, luscious, glorious pink roses I have ever (to this day) seen. And a poem. Best. Day. EVER!
Did I mention the poem was unsigned?
Sadly, it turned out that a different boy, who was not even on my radar (a senior no less!), had given me this Valentine's gift. Nothing came of that, since I wasn't actually allowed to date yet, but it did change my view of Friday the 13th forever.
For me, today is a day to be watched cautiously. Since that fateful day, my Friday 13ths have been largely lucky, with a twist. You know--find a twenty on the ground, but get a flat tire you have to pay to patch. Still, it's luck--and I'll take that.
Wishing you a good one.
The Discreet Witch