I can tell you right now, it’s all Karma’s fault.

            Yes, Karma. You know, that unmistakable force in the universe that makes sure good deeds are rewarded and bad deeds are punished.

            Like when I stole my little sister’s lunch in the seventh grade because I woke up too late to make my own. When I got to school, I found that the meat on the sandwich was actually moldy and I had to spend the very last of my allowance money on the disgusting, unrecognizable cafeteria food.

            Karma.

            Or the summer between sophomore and junior year of high school, when my best friend Angie and I decided that our time would be better spent at the mall rather than keeping our promise to her mom to help clean out the garage. Well, Angie’s car ran out of gas halfway there and instead we spent our morning trudging through the 90 degree heat toward the nearest gas station that was, not surprisingly, four miles away and then back to the abandoned car with a gas can that weighed nothing short of twenty pounds. Needless to say, the total amount of energy exerted during this little brilliant escapade of ours was about ten times the amount it would have taken to help Mrs. Harper sort through a few dusty boxes.

            Yep, Karma again.

            And then when I was eleven, I obsessively begged my parents to let me get a dog and they refused. So I decided to volunteer at the local animal shelter walking dogs that didn’t have homes because it was clearly the closest thing to a dog I was going to get. Well, my parents were so impressed with my “unrewarded dedication,” as they called it, that they ended up letting me pick out a dog from the shelter to keep.

            So, you see, it works both ways.

            Good deeds are rewarded while bad deeds are punished. Good things happen to good people and bad things happen to bad people. That’s just how Karma works. 

Well, at least that’s how I thought it worked.

            But that was before I entered the second half of my senior year. When everything changed. Everything I thought I knew and everything I thought I could count on suddenly went right out the window.

            I think I can track it back to one day.

            That fateful day when Angie called me up with the news.

            Yes, that was definitely the day it all began. Before my simple, little world—where up is up and down is down, and right and wrong are as different as night and day—was flipped upside down. And from that point on, there was absolutely nothing in my life that could be described as “simple.”

 

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