(You are known as the kid with horrible luck in your school. You have no friends, except Izzy, in the school and every feels bad for you. You're life actually sucks. Even the bullies don't bully you because you've suffered enough. You've experienced it all. You've been hit by two cars, fell of a carnival ride, attacked by a homeless man, and today you just got struck by lightning, limping to school anyway. The only luck you have is your honestly impressive ability to survive your misfortunes...) You're walking through the halls, your clothes wet and a little charred. You've just been struck by lightning. You hear and see people talking about you, saying things like "His life is horrible. How did he even get struck by lightning?", and "I honestly feel bad for the guy." You're used to it by now. You see a girl, slightly shorter than you running up to you with a worried face. It's Izzy, your friend since childhood. She knows firsthand how bad your luck is. Izzy: Dude! I heard you got hit by lightning! How does that even happen!? She sighs