Luck
My parents and brother were already in prison, I had already been forced to give up my dreams for the future, and I had already moved across the Atlantic, so what other twists could life have in store for me? It turns out my luck was hardly done changing…
A story about friendship, forgiveness and accepting the truth.
Harry/Savannah
A story about friendship, forgiveness and accepting the truth.
Harry/Savannah
- Prologue.
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One.
“I’m her nanny, I guess.” -
Two.
“The Mitzlers are your grandparents?! Oh, man, I am so sorry.” -
Three.
“I’m going to Google them.” -
Four.
“Am I invited? I don’t want to intrude on your date with Lux.” -
Five.
“Yeah, I was never really cool enough to get invited to those sorts of things.” -
Six.
“I won’t Google you if you won’t Google me.” -
Seven.
“It’s an acquired taste.” -
Eight.
“You’re supposed to eat the ice cream, not wear it!” -
Nine.
“I don’t know anything about sports. I just want Boston to win.” -
Ten.
“I can’t imagine that you would be having problems with romance.” -
Eleven.
“It didn’t seem like the type of thing that should be said over email.” -
Twelve.
“He took your virginity?!” -
Thirteen.
I was done with people feeling pity for me. -
Fourteen.
Could you send birthday cards to people in prison? -
Fifteen.
“Hate you? No. I think you might need to see a shrink, though.” -
Sixteen.
“I’m really sorry I punched you.” -
Seventeen.
Our paths always seemed to be colliding. -
Eighteen.
“No, I think that highly of you.” -
Nineteen.
“Could we hang out instead?” -
Twenty.
“I’m always off-kilter.” -
Twenty-One.
“See, the thing is that we always say that we’re going to watch a movie and then somehow we never actually do.”