It’s Friday the 13th tomorrow.
A black cat just leapt in my path.
I’m not superstitious, but this might explain why I’m failing in math.
By chance I walked under a ladder a teacher had placed by the wall.
In class my umbrella popped open, and that’s why I tripped in the hall.
The salt spilled this morning at breakfast.
While walking I stepped on a crack.
I took off my shoes on the table.
It looks like my future is black.
This evening I busted a mirror which means that the next seven years are due to be filled with misfortune, catastrophes, mishaps and tears.
With all the bad luck I’m confronting, it seems that I’m probably cursed.
It may be the 13th tomorrow.
But Thursday the 12th is the worst.