• I stepped outside my door.
    "Whew!" I said. "Finally I get to go outside!" I locked the door and slid the key underneath the doormat. Then I turned away and walked down a street. I headed toward the new cafe being built.
    My father was overseeing the construction. I needed to talk to him before I headed out to buy some groceries. I supposed he would be at the construction site drinking a pop and talking to his friends or something, anything but overseeing the construction.
    As I approached the wooden scaffolds and partial wooden walls, I was greeted by a worker.
    "Hey, Xela! How ya doin'?" He asked.
    I grinned. "Awesome, Jake. Have you by chance seen my dad anywhere?"
    Jake shook his head. "Actually, I just got here. You should try talking to Bill. He should be working on the kitchen over there." He pointed through the beginnings of a big arched doorway at a big sheet of wood obstructing the future kitchen. "I'm sure he'll know."
    "Okay, thanks!" I walked past him and through the doorway. The cafe was to have two walls completely covered with mirrors. They were all leaning against the wood that would be the black painted walls.
    I would have headed directly for the entrance into the kitchen if it weren't for the fact that there was a big pile of tools, lunchboxes, wood, an umbrella, broken nails, magazines, remnants of a sandwich, and a jar of salt completely covering half of the floor.
    The other half was under a very tall ladder. There's no such thing as bad luck. I thought. It's just a crazy superstition.
    I began to walk under it.
    But right then, Jake's pitch-black cat, Gia, who seems to go everywhere Jake does, managed to run across the room and plant herself on my feet in an attempt to rub against my legs, but only after knocking over the jar of salt and stepping on the umbrella, which opened after she stepped off.
    Of course, she tripped me. In an attempt to catch myself, I fleetingly reached for the ladder to catch me. It had the opposite effect.
    As I landed on my knees and hands with a thud and a burst of pain, I watched as the ladder wobbled and fell. It hit two of the door-sized mirrors on it's way.
    Of course, Bill ran alarmed into the room, and quickly took in the scene. He stood silent, paralized with shock.
    "Is my dad here?" I mumbled weakly.
    Bill stared. "Uhhh...um...wha? N-no. He went to get groceries for you."