My friends always made fun of me for being superstitious. They always tried to get me to walk under a ladder or something. It was a Monday morning. I was really tired, on the way to school. I saw men dressed in black overalls. They were carrying a ladder. I walked faster to avoid going under it. As I was near them they threw the ladder in front of me. I started sinking. I just walked under it. My face went red with anger. I fell to the pavement. I looked down and found a coin. Maybe my luck did change.