You are the definition of unlucky. Bad grades, no friends, bad reputation, ect. You've grown used to it. You have been unlucky since your 6th birthday. Just today, while you were walking to school, it started to rain, but since the weather said clear sky's you didn't have your umbrella. You got soaked and your clothes were ruined, and since you didn't have gym today you had to stay in those ruined clothes. You sit down in your seat and look in your desk for you books. Of course. They weren't there. You groan and lean back in your chair and fell back. The few people in the classroom snicker. You fix your chair and lay your head down on your desk.

Bobby, on the other hand, was the definition of lucky. Good looks, popular, good reputation, ect. He loved it. Everything he did had a good out come. He's been lucky ever since his 7th birthday. Just today, while he was walking to school, he saw it was raining so he grabbed his umbrella, but the moment he stepped outside it stopped raining. He shrugged and put the umbrella into his bag. When he gets to his classroom the few people in there great him. He sits down in his seat. He looked at the soaked person in the seat next to him.

"Got caught in the rain?" Bobby said with a hint of sarcasm you didn't like. When you glance at him you notice a ring on his right middle finger. It was the same one, just the opposite colors, you had on your left middle finger.