As usual I made late an entrance, as I tumbled across the hallway to the dinning room I could hear the music turning up …show more content…
It’s not that I didn’t carry a vision or a dream. While others were wishing for a hundred different things” like a car or a lavish house, I would remain dedicated to asking for only one thing “good luck”. Luck was the only thing I had devoted focus to my entire life because no matter what I did without a little luck I would get nowhere . I envied those people that got everything they wanted in a blink of an eye, seeing others my age succeed forced me into cursing my bad luck. Every time something would go wrong or I should say terribly wrong, I only sought one reason. So much that this became my most famous line “Maybe I was born under the wrong sign or something,” because everything I do seems to go wrong. Do I even believe in signs, are they really to blame? A good highlight of my bad luck is the day I took my driver’s test, again. Before it was dark I took my car for another quick drive to make sure it was running well. As always my bad luck had followed, in the morning I got inside the car but it wouldn 't start, this stressed me out as I had little time on my hand I dialed my friend and asked to borrow her car. I was late for the test, and the examiner I got was a real loser. During the test, I did everything wrong. Maybe because I was trying to handle a vehicle I wasn 't comfortable in or because I was under a lot of pressure and trying to keep cool and perform all