6 | Eijiro Kirishima

They say that luck does not exist and these are just things that happen in life, my family does not believe it, they say that before I was born, their life was chaos. Bad luck all generations! They keep saying that I'm like their amulet, everything is going from good to better. I just think that I am a little lucky, I have only been saved from death several times, from getting hurt, from acceptances at schools, from being hired for jobs even though I was a minor, from not getting sick, from not being late... Maybe just a little good luck?..
I'm on my way home, maybe it's very night... it's already 12 and it's starting to sing. I don't worry so much if in the end I arrived at the bus stop, I sat down to wait for the bus, at a good time because it started to rain even harder.
I looked at both sides and saw a person. He seems to cover himself with the hood of his sweater, it doesn't seem to help much... Out of nowhere a car appeared that quickly made that boy even more wet. I ran to him and handed him my jacket.
What bad luck.

What bad luck!