My first bad luck was on my thirteen birthday.I was walking home from school completely minding my own business when a bee hive fell from a tree exactly onto where I was standing.
At first I didn't know what hit me. But suddenly I heard the sound of buzzing, it got louder and louder. Then the bees attached with honey oozing down my face. The bees swarm around me and stung me so many times.
I run home screaming while flapping my hands over my head. When I got home no-one could recognise me, my face swelled up like a balloon. Aunt Carol had to bring me to the hospital 'cause I was in so much pain. Uncle Ken grumbled when he had to give out a lot of money for medicine.
"We are spending so much money on her" he said not caring if I had heard."We just can't afford this" he said again. It hurt to hear that it hurt even worse than the bee stings.
When I turned sixteen, Aunt Carol said she wanted to give me a sweet sixteen treat so we went out for ice-cream just the two of us. I guess she felt bad that I was always the least important person in the family. She hoped that I'd grow up to be a good person.
But I told her that I was so very unlucky. "Don't be silly Penny" she told me that day."We make our own luck, if you try to become a good person you can be lucky" Aunt Carol said again.
That night I decided to cook dinner for everyone,I wanted to give them a gift even though it was my birthday day. I was trying to be a good person like Aunt Carol said. While I was getting all my ingredients form the basement pantry, some how I missed a step. I fell down.
When they found me I had broken my leg. I had to wear a cast for months, and I was in bed for weeks. "Poor Child" Aunt Carol told me when she was sitting beside my bed. " Alot of bad things seem to happen to you".
After that I felt so miserable and unlock and so scared. Two bad things already happened. The third one was probably going to be disastrous.