"Luckbreaker," they called me. Luckbreaker. Of all the ridiculous, asinine -

Yes, I stepped on the thirteenth step. No, I didn't have any bad luck as a result. No, this doesn't mean that I broke the curse, there just wasn't a curse to break.

I mean, had anyone stepped on the thirteenth step and had bad luck? No. No-one at all. Because I was the only one to step on that step at all.

But now? My classmates will want to sit near me in the exams if they've recently seen a black cat or broken a mirror, in the hope that my presence will break their "bad luck". Contrariwise, the popular girls won't give me the time of day - they don't want to risk me breaking their good luck.

And absolutely nobody wants me to get anywhere near senior prom, for some reason.