This Couldn't Ever Work...

Hi, my name is Seth Morrow. And I could be described as the unluckiest individual on the face of the Earth.

You might look at me, standing around five feet eleven inches tall, a fairly muscular frame and short light brown hair and wonder 'How on earth is this guy unlucky?' Well, I'll explain, but it will probably take a while. So you can sit back and relax for a bit. This story will take a while.

This entire tale starts out one miserable Friday morning. The sun was out, the temperature was blisfully nice at around seventy degrees fahrenheit, for the middle of September this was not unusual, and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. And I was absolutely miserable. Why? Because today we were going to be assigned the big group project of the entire year. I say group project as in you are assigned a partner, which has always been my worst nightmare. Why, you may ask? It's rather simple, really.

You could consider me to be a bit socially awkward. I've never really been much for talking, and groups larger than four people tend to freak me out. The only times I've been in a group of larger than four has been from behind the safety of a computer screen, on a raid with my World of Warcraft guild. And since World of Warcraft doesn't exactly count as socialization, I generally just don't socialize with the human race. So, in this aspect, I guess one could label me as a stereotypical nerd.

I'll even go as far as to say that I fit the nerd stereotype in other ways. I'm ridiculously smart, almost too smart for my own good, and I tend to get picked on a lot. Even though I'm nothing in appearance like a nerd, people tend to take advantage of me since I'm a pacifist. Yeah, that's right. I'm a pacifist; I don't ever resort to using physical violence to resolve any kind of situation, and I tend to think that any situation can be resolved without using violence and hurting other people. Of course, my views are generally not the same as everyone else's, and they take advantage of that.

Another reason why I fit into the stereotypical nerd catagory is because I have a massive crush on the school's hottest girl, who's, ironically, the captain of the cheer team. Tan, blonde, slender, athletic, snarky, arrogant. The kind of girl who wouldn't give a nerd like me the time of day. How much more stereotypical do you want?

Anyway, my day started as any normal teenager's would. I woke up rather rudely to the incessant droning of an alarm clock that refused to be silenced until my fist forced it to be. Took a shower, brushed my teeth, combed my short hair, tucked my glasses's case into my backpack before heading downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed the keys to my Chevy Cobalt, a car I had to drive until I went off to college, where my parents would let me pick whatever car I wanted to drive, and a Coca Cola out of our refridgerator before heading out to school. Normal day of school so far, right?

Wrong. Oh so horribly wrong. How could I have been so wrong? I honestly have the slightest clue.