As the limo pulled around the corner, disappearing from view, Karyn found herself staring at the magic number two pencil in her hand. With this pencil she could do anything, be anything, change anything. She smiled. While she could spend her time performing feats of revenge, she realized that she'd soon become bored with that. What really tickled her fancy that day was improving her own life.
But how? If she just wrote things down it would take the fun out of experiencing things. If only good things would happen to her without her having to scribe them first.
An idea hit her. She lifted the pencil to the pad of paper in her other hand and began to write.
Karyn is the luckiest person on Earth. She is constantly having excellent things happen to her. She seems to be immune to bad luck.
There, she thought to herself as she put the pencil and pad into her purse and closing the front door of Jon's house behind her, now I'm set. She had made her way to the sidewalk when all of a sudden...
