Apparently, my dad's name, out of one in a million, was drawn from a raffle. With that, he won an iTouch. I tagged along with him when he went to receive the gift, and was forced to stand there, as my dad took pictures with the manager. He smiled. Well, I should be happy, right? Absolutely not. My family is cursed. Yes, they're cursed. Because they always have the luck. Always.
In the past year alone, my dad's won a gift card to Macaroni Grill, a dvd player, and a great deal on a car. My mom, inadvertently, always ends up winning at every game: whether it's UNO or BINGO. My brother has this physic yet scintillating ability where he knows when he's going to win (case in point: he told by dad to put his name in the raffle box & he could predict the XBOX he was going to win from camp). My sister, well, she's the youngest. Hence, every prize we win, whether it's chocolate, a bookmark, or *cough* iTouch *cough*, she always ends up getting. Ugh. Not fair.
The enigma is how it all works. How on earth, out of the 1239082339802 people, does my family get it all? I don't know. I'll never know. But I guess that's okay. I shouldn't be complaining: I get free stuff without doing anything. It's a dream of the average human.
Well, you might wonder, where I fit in. Well, I'm the eccentricity. I don't have the family magic. I'm clumsy. I'm contagious. And I always end up guessing the wrong case in "Deal or No Deal". So me = not lucky. Not. At. All. However. Yes, however. I have this knack with Clue. Every single time I play that game, I always end up winning. Every time. Every where.
Luck. I have no idea how it works.