However, Uncle Ken didn't have Aunt Carol's bedside manner, he didn't like it that he had to bring my meals to my room "I know you didn't me to fall down the stairs" he told me"but please be more careful Penny,we barely have enough money to feed everyone and now we have to take care of you too.
I cried alot after that. I knew I was a burden to them. I had alot of time to think when I was stuck in bed, I knew I had to do something as soon as I got better.
So the only thing I could do to save money was to get a scholarship. For that, I had to study really had, so I did. Some how my bad luck didn't affect my grades. I started to get A's instead of C's in my classes.
When I finally turned eighteen. I was feeling pretty good about my self. I tried not to think about the third big bad luck that was coming. I got a scholarship to college, it would pay for everything.
When I arrived at college, I was assigned to a dorm room and I was going to have a roommate l pray she was going to be GOOD but I was wrong.... Jennie wasn't just a good roommate she was a GREAT roommate at least I thought...
We became best friends from day one. Jennie liked to talk but she also liked to listen to me. She is the only one on campus who knew about my 'Unlucky Penny' nickname.