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Sam Meera, is an orphan wo grew up in a bad part of town. The only family members he had were his fellow orphans. He grew up stealing, pickpocketing and scamming people. Ever since he was young, he had always been unlucky. Unlucky with family, unlucky with money, and unlucky with the law. When he was 16, he was caught robbing a convenience store with a couple of friends. Since he cooperated and promised to change his ways, he was only given a 2 year sentence in juvenile detention. Ever since, he had to work his ass off just to make enough for a place and something to eat, jumping from one job to the other. After going to juvenile detention, and learning a lesson in the process, he no longer wanted to live life the wrong way. Little did he know, It wouldn't take long for his bad luck to catch up to him. One night, he witnessed something he shouldn't have, leading to a series of events that would give him a second shot at life. "Now that I have been given this second chance, I will do everything I can to turn my luck around." He said in a determined voice.
Beep!
Beep!
" Okay, that'll be 22.50."
The woman on the other side of the counter handed over two bills and left after receiving her change.
" Thank you, please come again"
Sigh... 6:47 pm.
Another boring day is coming to an end. Only a few more minutes and he'll be able to head home. He'll finally be able to play his game again, only a few more games and he would reach the Legendary rank.
Samuel Meira. 23 years old. With a physique a little bigger than most. Ever since he could remember, he was always unlucky. The only family he had was his mother, who passed away when he was born. He grew up in an 'orphanage', Well, it wasn't really an orphanage.
They were taught to steal and rob. Using their small stature to take the wallets and jewelry of people. At 16, Sam was caught and sent to juvenile prison. I suppose it worked, because after a year inside, He decided to live honestly.
Years of pain and hard work, here he is now. A convenience store clerk, of course he applied to other jobs, but he wasn't able stay at a specific one. He was only able to finish the first year of community college at his city, this was the only job that would accept him. A few part time jobs, here and there made a few more money.
Click!
By the side, the door with the sign 'manager' opened, a short man with a big belly and bald head followed out.
" Sam, can you come here for a sec, there's something I need to tell you." The man called out, in an awkward tone.
'Here we go, maybe I jinxed myself? Whenever things seem to go right, something always go wrong.' Sam's thoughts trailed off as he answered.
"Sure, What is it?" Sam followed him inside.
"I'm not going to lie to you, we're gonna have to let you go." The man said, while wiping the sweat from his bald head.
"What? did I do something wrong? I've always done what I'm supposed to have, haven't I?" Sam asked in a pleading tone, this wasn't the first time he was fired.
"I know, this isn't my decision. The boss wants to hire his nephew, I don't have much of a choice here."
'So that's why.' Sam wasn't that surprised, this was a typical thing to happen, as long as you have connections, life would be easier.
"Can't you hire the two of us? I can even work with half the salary." Sam was already begging by this point, he needs the salary, just to stay afloat.
"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do" The man said in an apologetic tone. He actually likes Sam, he doesn't come across hard working young men often.
'F*ck. There goes my few days of luck. What am I supposed to do now? Maybe I should go back to construction again. I'll figure this out at home.' Sam was cursing inside. Finding a job, to him, was a nightmare.
Sigh...
Walking back home, his body seemed significantly heavy. Nothing ever goes right.
Turning the corner, Sam's eyes almost popped out, witnessing the scene in front of him.
Bang!
A man, came running towards him, he was shot in the head. The one who shot him, running into a dark alley.
"Hey! are you okay?"
Sam asked in worry, he was shot in the head after all, but, what more was he supposed to say?
Just as Sam was about to reach the body, footsteps could be heard from behind. Sam turned around, only to see a police officer pointing a gun at him.
"Wait! This is just a misunderstanding!"
Sam Said, while raising his arms to show he wasn't armed.
"I didn't hurt that man"
of course, he was referring to the body a few feet away. A gun shot wound could be clearly seen on his head.
The officer smiled at him, and an uneasy feeling came over.
"I just saw you shoot him, and now you're threatening to shoot me, this is just self defence."
"Wait! Wha.."
Bang! Bang!
Sam fell on the ground, his face hitting the gravel. His breathing started to slow down.
"Just my luck, getting caught up in the middle of a shoot out. It seems like God really hates me." He was murmuring. Feeling the area where he was shot.
'It's warm, and it feels disgusting, but it doesn't hurt that much' Feeling the blood gush out, his consciousness was starting to fade.
Sam never really believing in a higher power, or the 'Gods'. At this moment however, as his life flashes before his eyes. The hope of a higher power, a chance, was the only thing he could think of. Maybe it was denial, to the fact that he was about to die.
"Why me? At the very moment I was born I was never given a chance. I was forced to do things I never wanted to do."
" If things were different, If I could have another chance, maybe things would be different. "
His mind went blank as his breathing stopped and his vision faded.
