All Chapters of Never go to a tattoo artist if bad luck is following you: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I let my head drop onto the desk surface, now resigned to the idea of understanding anything.“I want to know who invented math,” I murmur, disheartened.I've been sitting in my room for at least two hours trying to do homework, but I don’t understand anything.Out of twelve expressions I've worked on, only two were correct.The most ironic thing is that on the last day of school, the teachers bid farewell to the students saying, “Have a good vacation and have fun. Make sure to do your homework.”It’s a unique contradiction.Or you get the teacher who, since June of the year before, couldn’t wait for the vacations to come back, and therefore says goodbye to everyone by saying, “See you in September, you little brats!”Well, my chemistry teacher was part of the second category and, thank God, he refused to give us any summer homework. His justification was, “Then I’ll have to check th

I'm comfortably lying on my bed, face down with my legs bent in the air, and I have no idea what to do.Today I was only supposed to work in the morning, and now I’m just bored.My parents have come in at least twice each, saying that instead of lying around doing nothing, I could do my homework. It goes without saying that I laughed every time.I decide to text Carly since, now that I think about it, it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other. Apparently, I’ve been too caught up with the Reid family.I try to video call her, but she doesn’t answer, and after about thirty seconds, I hang up. I try several more times, but she never picks up.How strange; Carly is usually glued to her phone.Then I check the time and realize it’s the middle of the afternoon, and it’s summer.Carly is probably sleeping.I look around for something to do, and my gaze lands on the computer.If this

“I have an idea!” James says, sitting up in my bed.I lift my head off the pillow. “What is that?”He puts his hand on my arm and starts shaking me like a piñata. “Let’s have a pizza party!” he yells.I take his hand off my arm and give him a murderous look. “Stop shaking me, I’m not a piñata.”“Sorry,” he mumbles. “Anyway,” he starts talking again, “let’s have a great pizza party. Me, you, Connor, and Sky,” he says. “What do you think?” he asks.I pretend to think about it, even though I already know the answer, and then I jump up in bed and stand up. “Let’s have a pizza party!” I yell, before jumping up and throwing myself like a sumo wrestler onto James, who is groaning in pain.“You’re heavier than three straight hours of math in school,” he groans, trying to push me off of him.“Fuck you, I’m not that heavy,” I say.“I think all twenty-six of my ribs are cracked.”“You moron, there are twenty-four ribs in the human body, not twenty-six. Only you know how you spent the year.”“Look

JAMESI feel something violently hit my ribs, and my breath catches in my throat.I moan in pain and turn to the other side, but it doesn’t help, as now I’m struck in the back.Oh my God, I can’t feel my spine anymore.I feel an arm hit my head, attempting to stretch out, and then it ends up on my neck, choking me and blocking my ability to breathe and live.Oh no, no.What kind of shitty wake-up is this?I grab the wrist and jerk the arm away from my neck, taking a deep breath afterward, but then I’m hit in the head again, and now I have an arm on my shoulder.I glare at the arm and huff in annoyance, then I push it away and turn back to see who is trying to take my life.Bad idea.As soon as I position myself on my right side, I’m hit by a mass of very light hair that prevents me from seeing anything.Some hair gets in my mouth, so I spit a bit and move it asid

A disaster. The living room is a complete disaster.There are feathers from the pillows everywhere, the couch has been flipped over so that the backrest is resting on the floor, and the vase that Amanda broke and that I glued back together piece by piece twice is on the ground, destroyed once again.I have no idea why we did this, but I'm pretty sure my neurons aren't the only ones that have committed suicide.Connor came up with the idea to play Don't Let It Fall, a game he clearly made up on the spot, which involved throwing that awful vase of my mother back and forth and trying not to let it fall.I don’t know how long we played, but we stopped when Skyler threw the vase to Carly who, instead of catching it with her hands, had the "brilliant" idea to head it like soccer players do, only she ended up falling to the ground, unconscious, and the vase broke.We are all frozen, staring at her body on the floor, when I wake up from my trance and approach my best friend.I shake her a bit