Nora sat alone on a curb that appeared to be disintegrating with each pound of weight that crushed it. The lonely girl had a thought implanted into her head that everyone hated her, and that no one cared for her. Not a single soul in the village wanted to get to know the fragile girl. She thought her God was out to get her, punish her for something only He would know.

She spotted in the distance, near the town hall of the small, quiet village, an assemblage. Nora was captivated as she looked onward in the direction of a civilization swarm. Upon further inspection, she came to the realization that the Unlucky had been posted. She could sight the rough-looking piece of paper nailed to the old wood of the town hall. A blotch of black ink spelled out some poor soul's name.

Nora was stuck in a trance of deep depression, not caring for who the Unlucky was. Since no one cared for her, she didn't have to reciprocate the emotion toward anyone else. She promptly lost her interest on who the Unlucky was.

Extracting from the crowd of hysteria were satisfied, relieved teenagers. They were grateful that they were not the Unlucky. The posting of the Unlucky occurred once every year in Nora's village. A very unlucky teen would be chosen. That person, whoever they may be, would have their death date announced on the piece of paper hanging by a rusted nail. Their death came about typically within the day it was posted, except for a few occasions. People have tried to escape their death, but they only delayed. Last year's Unlucky was Nora's best friend, her sister.

Not a single human knew who found this preposterous stuff out, and no one knew who nailed the piece of paper to the wood, either. It is a mystery within the village of Oxstin. Given previous success, everyone believed in the Unlucky. Being chosen was not a false game. Rumors arose amongst stragglers in the village that the Unlucky was part of a sick serial killer's game.

Rudely disrupting Nora's peace, was a girl who had fallen forward due to the unexpected run-in. She tripped over Nora's feet that stretched lazily in front of her. Nora recognized her, as they have met before. She studied her features for a moment, examining her hazel eyes and brunette curls. Freckles dotted the bridge of her nose. She did not care to stare much longer.

"Hey, watch it! You made me fall," the girl angrily shouted. The brunette picked herself up off of the ground, brushing off pieces of dirt that remained on her dress.

Nora was unmoved by the encounter with the girl. She turned her gaze elsewhere, heartlessly mumbling, "Sorry."

The girl collected herself and looked at Nora. Her facial expression softened, going from angry to remorseful before speaking.

"Oh, Nora, I didn't realize it was you. I'm sorry."

Nora was slightly taken aback. She did not know the girl knew her name, as she did not remember the girls.

"You aren't sorry," Nora spoke.

"Yes, I am," the girl persisted.

"Stop acting like you care."

Nora lacked eye contact with the girl in front of her. She could feel the air shift and hear the shuffling of feet as the girl inched closer to her.

"I do care, Nora."

Nora stood from her curb, shaking her head at the girl's words. She brushed past the brunette, heading for home. Before she could get far, the girl called after her.

"Be safe, Nora!" she yelled at Nora's back. With that, she turned herself around and continued on her way.