I’m just gonna type out the time I hated going to my 6th grade middle school year, so basically I was close enough near my school to were I could walk. I wanted a bike so after walking to school for 2 months, I have a bike and I started to ride it to school. Pretty normal stuff right? Anyway, on this one particular day, God decided I have had enough joy in my life and smites me with bad luck. On my way to school, I tried to pack my lunch but I ran out of chips which was a necessity at the time. I wasn’t too bothered so I went along and got on my bike, not even 3 minutes on the way to school and my bike broke down and the handle came off. Busted my ass on the side walk, that was a sign. I decided to tell my parents and just walk to school, didn’t get hurt or anything so I just moved on. Cut to at my 3rd class and we are doing work, this kid keeps saying that I can’t beat him in pilot wings or whatever. I don’t even know what that is so I just said “No I can’t” and moved on. Apparently that was the wrong thing to do cause when it was time to go home, I walked out of the classroom and I end up being behind everyone. Then out of nowhere, tripped on this un even part of the floor and ate shit in the hallway. Not a great start to my day so I just tuff it out as everyone else laughed at me and I moved on. So uh yeah, moral of the story. Don’t anger God or your going to have a terrible day.