15 September 2012
12. It has always been my unlucky number. I'm a great soccer player, really I am, but when my number was twelve, I was awful! Missed every goal, overshot every pass, just plain horrible. When my sister turned twelve, she suddenly became very mean to me. Only to me. She was nice to me again at age thirteen. Honestly, I could go on and on about the reasons twelve is my unlucky number. But I won't, I just hope you will believe me. I am not a superstitious person, not at all, but I know that this is for real. Oh and one other thing... I am destined to die during my twelfth year of life. My twelfth birthday is today.
NOTE: Should I continue with this? I really don't know where I'm going with it but is it good enough for me to continue?
Twelve Will Kill Me • Opuss № I