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Chapter 1

Today, I saved Brody Carmichael’s life!

Mina penned the jubilant words into her blue spiral notebook with her favorite ball point pen She faithfully used the sa all of her entries, in hopes that it would change her luck and she could write soood in her notebook-- like today Mina stared at the words written before her in her sloppy script and felt a pang of guilt She started to close the notebook but paused in thought It didn’t feel right It didn’t seem… truthful With a heavy hand and a heavy heart she added in parentheses next to her previous entry:

(Today was also the day I alhtly better about telling the truth, she closed her notebook titled "Unaccomplishments and Epic Disasters" and tucked it in her dresser draith a sigh

Nothing in the world ever went right for fifteen-year-old Mina She was always late for class, her ho a chew toy for a pit bull when she didn’t even own a dog, her long-time crush didn’t know she existed, and she frequently spilled chocolate milk on herself whenever she becanet for all the bad, terrible and so-so luck that existed in the world and therefore kept a notebook hidden in her unorganized sock drawer to prove it

All of these events turned her into a cynic, especially since yesterdaystarted out like any other event filled, disastrous day

She drearaceful in the air than on the ground where her feet always see her up But her peaceful drea of thunder She was no longer flying… but falling

"Ouch! What the…?" Mina cried out, as she landed painfully on the mismatched oak wood floor of her bedroole herself fro out of blue Toy Story pajamas next to her head

"Charlie, what are you doing?" shewith her sheets

Charlie, a young and sole 12:00pm In his hands he held a pot and wooden spoon The power ular occurrence for their city block

"What ti that today she was going to be late… again

Charlie held up one hand pinching his ring finger and thun the number seven

"Charlie, how could you have letto be late!"

Charlie answered by shrugging his shoulders and banging on the pot with his wooden spoon She knew that it wasn’t Charlie’s fault; she was a very deep sleeper Her mother, Sara, said that she was harder to wake up than Sleeping Beauty In Mina’s case, though, there was no prince char, and with her horrible luck, there never would be

Jurabbed what she hoped was a clean pair of jeans from the pile of clothes that littered her floor and slid into the in to her request for skinny jeans, otherwise her dressing time would have doubled Next, she shoved her feet into her favorite Converse All Stars, bending the backs in the process