It was apparent that I was going to need all the luck in the world because strange things started to happen to me since my conversation with Nicholas three days ago.
Irene and I stared at the broken flower pot behind me.
Then we looked up at the open window three floors up.
"That's the third time something fell over your head today," Irene commented.
I shrugged. "Coincidence."
"Are you not even worried? Book, eraser and now a pot. I'm scared to think about what else is next. Does someone have a grudge on you?"
"It's just your imagination," I told her. "We all have our bad days."
"That optimism is going to be the death of you, Wendy."
"Please, just let it go." I pulled on her arm to get her walking. "Come on. We'll be late for class."
"I'm starting to think you need to stay at leas
