The sound of cheerful whistling can be heard on Luck Street at eight o’clock in the morning, from Monday to Friday, when Lucy Baker walks to her teaching job. Many say she’s too carefree for her own good, that one of these days, she will suffer a tragic fate. But not once has she ever been unfortunate to have something like that happen to her. Some could call it being happy go lucky.

  Today is not an exception for Lucy’s schedule of going to work and finding surprising things awaiting her. As she opens her door to a new day, Lucy steps out onto her porch, and begins her happy tune. She walks down the steps and walks along the path in front of her house. She walks along the road until she sees a very rare sight.

  A young man, around the young age of seventeen, was playing a guitar on top of a roof. In Heavenly Falls, where Lucy lives, many follow the same schedule, and never break the laws. But here we find someone, playing a guitar on top of a butcher’s shop. A sight never before seen in Heavenly Falls.

  So what does Lucy do? Scan the building for a way to climb up and get the teen down before Mitch comes out of the shop. She saw how a garbage bin was against the side of the shop, and windows leading up to the top. Perfect way for a lucky person to test their luck. Although, in my personal opinion, something that no one should do.

  Lucy, ignoring all sane parts of her mind, climbed on top of the bin, and stood up against the wall, reaching for the first window ledge. Now, you see, this building is a very old one, where the doors creak, the floors give you splinters, and the window’s are chipped and cracked, glass and frame. Not a very bright idea to climb up from the windows.

  She grabbed onto the ledge of the window and hoisted herself up until her foot was on the ledge. She reached for the middle of the window where some of the wood jutted out, and lifted her self up till she was standing on the ledge.

  While Lucy was doing all this, Mitch the butcher was slicing a fat pig for bacon. He just so happened to look outside the window where he saw someones legs disappear toward the roof. Confused and disoriented at the strange sight, Mitch never saw where he was pointing his knife, when he was putting the knife down. Luck was on Mitch’s side that day, as it missed his middle finger and spared him the grief of losing a finger.