Why does fate hate me so much? Did I do something to personally piss her off, or was it just the luck of the draw? I thought to myself while standing in the middle of a field, not far from the highway. I really wasn't sure if fate was in fact a female, but in my imagination she was tall, blonde, and full of cheerleader spite. I could see her now, standing behind me laughing in her high pitched voice while her group of followers did the same at my expense. Whoever or whatever fate was, I couldn't be sure about. I did know one thing though. Fate had it out to get me. Not even the Gods would do...