So although I do not believe in this superstition, I am going to tell a story about Friday the 13th, and the fact that it can bring bad luck to some people. I do not believe that Friday the 13th and neither do my parents, since they got married on Friday the 13th, and have been married for 17 years now.
Not so long ago there was a girl named Elizabeth who was extremely superstitious. She had been born on Friday the 13th, and because of that, she had very bad luck, in her opinion. Everything was always going wrong in her life, she could never do anything right. She woke up bright and early on Friday the 13th, the day of the Homecoming pep rally. The dance was tomorrow, and Elizabeth was so excited. Her luck had changed somehow, and Leon Michael had asked Elizabeth to the homecoming dance. Since he had asked her the month before, Elizabeth had not had barely anything bad or unlucky happen to her, and was not about to let that change, regardless of the fact that Leon's football number was 66, which add another 6 and it could be considered the sign of the devil. After getting ready for school, Elizabeth walked outside and started walking to her best friend Katie's house. All of a sudden, a black cat walked in front of Elizabeth. She jumped back and said, "Oh, great." Looking closer at the cat, she realized that it had a white left paw, so it was not totally black. As she continued walking, she passed a construction site. Getting distracted by the building the workers were constructing, she did not watch where she was going, and walked under a ladder. "Well this is great" thought Elizabeth. When she arrived at her friend Katie's house, she walked inside, and found Katie's mom throwing salt over her shoulder, trying to aim for the cooking pan. "Uh, what are you doing Mrs. Gill?
"Oh, just practicing for the annual salt throwing competition" she said.
"Ok, well I'm going up to Katie's room, and seeing if she needs any help, then we will be on our way for the pep rally." said Elizabeth."
"Sounds good." replied Mrs. Gill, and she went back to throwing salt over her shoulder.
Elizabeth walked upstairs to find her best friend sitting on the floor, holding a broken mirror.
"Oh my gosh! What happened?" asked Elizabeth
"Well, I was trying to put the face paint on, and accidentally dropped the mirror, so it broke."
"Ok, well we need to get going, we've got a pep rally today!"
They left the house, leaving Mrs. Gill to throwing salt into a pan.
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