Chapter 1: My Luck Sucks

"Wake up, Mr. Vladamire!"

The shouting quickly woke me up from my sleep. "Huh?...What?" I asked in confusion. After looking around I realized I was in my college English class and at the front of the room was my teacher, Mr. Taylor, he wore an old gray suit, had brown hair and eyes, and he did not look happy.

"Mr. Vladamir," he said making sure he had my attention. "You know the rules, sleeping in my class will not be tolerated, so leave my room."

I let out an aggrivated sigh, as I gathered my things. Once I had them all I got up and walked out of the room not even bothering looking at my fellow classmates who, were more than likely giving me looks that said: 'Your an idiot., Why would you do that?, and all other looks that I didn't want to deal with.

I decided to take a detour to the bathroom. After I was done with my buisness and washing my hands, I looked at my self in the mirror. I was your basic 19 year old kid standing at 5'9 and having a nice buil, not body builder but I was in shape. I would put my looks at good, not actor handsome but not exactly un-attractive either. Short unruly black hair and amber eyes, and a small soul patch. I looked at my attire which consisted of a red and black pinstriped blazer, as well as an extremely long pair of dark trousers, black shoes, and my grandfathers WWII black beret.

After letting out another sigh I left the rest room and began walking around campus. I rode here with a friend in order to save gas and money. As walked around I began thinking back to why I feel asleep in class and the answer was simple. I was up late last night watching my favorite anime One Piece. Now, I like other animes like Naruto or Bleach, but One Piece just was better in my opinion.

"Some times I wish my life was more like that." I said to myself, letting out a small laugh afterwards. Yeah, like that would ever happen. I looked up at the sky, to just look at the clear blue sky's of Arkansas, when I noticed something falling from the skies. "Wow." was my genius reply to the falling object. It didn't even dawn on me to realize that the damn thing was falling right in my direction!

By the time I realized that it was done to late for me to move out of the way. "Son of a..." my cursing to whatever being out there was cut short when the object slammed right into me.

I really didn't feel any sort of pain or anything, but I do remember thinking one last thing...

My Luck Sucks!

The next thing I noticed was my surroundings it wasn't all white and fluffy like Heaven was suppose to be, but it wasn't all fire and brimestone like Hell. It was a big, empty, gray thing of nothingness.

Looking around for anything my frustration finally got the better of me. "Alright! If anyone or thing is here! Come out, already damn it!"


Turning around I saw a man, around his thirties. He was bald and looked like he was wearing some court judge uniform.

"You and I have a lot to talk about, Cortez." the man told me in a gruff voice.

And I had but, one thought going through my head...

My Luck Really F*^%ing Sucks!