Lottery

I was walking to the market. I walked past an alley. How was I supposed to know it was going to change my life?

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Hi, my name is Fortune Mutfira. I'm called Fire, by about everyone. Only my two closet friends, Khloè and Phyllis, call me what I want to be called, Tune. We've made a pact, "All members of the Lylith Group will call each other what names we desire. Phyllis Aflig will be called Lynn, Khloè Lifing will be called Khlo, and Fortune Mutfira will be called Tune." We don't judge each other's nicknames.

"Hey, Tune! Whatcha doin after school today?" Lynn asked.

"I'm going to the market," I replied.

The market was the universal name for the Plaza. It was not far from many houses, including mine, Lynn's and Khlo's houses.

"Hey, can I come?" Lynn asked.

"Ooh, what we talkin' 'bout?" Khlo came up and asked.

"Tune's going to the market and she's not inviting us," Lynn ratted

"Tune! You know we love the market! We can dish out hot 8th graders!" Khlo really was into texting and boys. She's a CRAZY!

"No, I have to go on my own. I need to go to the drugstore there," I replied.

"Geez, Tune," Khlo said. "We only go to the drugstore to get makeup. And you know I can't have enough makeup!"

Ya, we are all into wearing makeup. Khlo most, though. She wore eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, and blush all at one time. Lynn only wears mascara, eyeliner, and blush. I wea r blush and eyeshadow. Khlo wears normal mascara, dark black eyeliner, rosy blush, and usually pink eyeshadow. The color of her eyeshadow depends on her mood. Lynn wears all natural colors. Brown, brown, and more brown. My blush is the color of slight pink and my eyeshadow is brown.

"I need something different," I said. Khlo and Lynn sighed and stopped pestering me. They just required that I told them that what it was that I needed. I told them, and they even stopped talking to me for the entire day. It was part of our "Menst Agreement." You don't want to know about it.

So, the day went on as usual. I called my mom when the bell rang, and she said it was okay to go too the market. I just needed to call her when I got there and when I was leaving.

I walked simply to the market, past the usual alley. While I was about half way across a man popped out of the alley.

He wore all rags. He shoved a piece of paper into my hands and said,

"Here, little girl! Take this! Enter it into the lottery! You then will be special! Something I see you are not now!"

He just called me "un-special". Oh, he wants it, he'll get it! I thought.

I looked at him. I asked him why. He said I looked ordinary. Well, there goes simple makeup. I'm turning into Khlo!