I was bad luck to me and everybody else around. Nobody looked me in the eyes; they were afraid of the doom I might bring to them.
“Your presence upsets me, I hate you ”, she said. All the girls in the hostel sided with her once again, their faces grim.
I turned nonchalant, her words didn’t affect me. I was always shunned. I was beyond feeling sorry for myself.
An hour later I stared at the glassy eyes of the girls I slaughtered, mesmerized; now I was truly alone. It was just me and my bad luck.