CLAUDE

Finally, it's the day after Thanksgiving. In just a few hours, I'll be landing in California, with my brand-new Spotlight camera, and a ticket to the most expensive and grandiose ball mankind has ever seen. I have thought this over and over again earlier, before I stamped my own ID picture on Pablo's supposed pass for the Lumina Ball. I wonder who I'll be meeting there. Or how many Ryans will be there. Seacrest? Reynolds? Oh God, I hope I can shake hands with Tom Hanks! I was really excited and couldn't really contain it. I knew I was wearing a wide smile all the way from my apartment, all throughout my cab ride, and up to the airplane seat, because the flight attendant who just walked past me smiled at me with a confused look.

I was sitting beside an old man who kind of looks like Santa. I mean it in a good way. His beard may not be as long, but his aura gives me the Christmas vibes. I took out my phone to take a selfie and I was careful not to include him in the shot so I wouldn't offend him or something. Good thing I was sitting right next to the window so I took a selfie with the clouds. It was beautiful. I wrote #TouchdownCalifornia and posted it right away. I wanted my friends from my hometown to see how "good" I was doing right now.

The old man beside my seat stood up and he dropped an odd-looking penny. I immediately took it and called him out. He looked surprised the minute I showed it to him and he smiled at me, wide. It was kind of creepy at first because he never talked to me the whole ride, not once.

"That's a good luck penny. They say whoever finds it, gets to keep it. Your life is about to change, young man," he said in a deep, husky voice. I didn't expect that he was big either. Now, he really looked like a real Santa.

"But didn't you drop it?"

"Nah, that must have been sitting there when I came." Then he left. Hmm, I'm really getting lucky stumbling upon random things lately.