Luck

... - Out of the way! I'll be great! - a small child screamed, clinging to the side of the cart with the last of his strength, which was rushing down the slope, bouncing on every small stone. This is ..... Me. How did I come to this? I didn't have time to understand anything myself. Like most troubles, this one started with the well-known: I didn't touch anyone, I passed by and here! But, perhaps, we need to remember the events long before this disgrace. So, hello everyone, I, and until recently I lived in a man-made world called Earth. Like almost any teenager of my time, I was fond of what was in fashion. Well, I mean, anime. At first I was only interested in him, not reaching fanaticism, since I had to deal with the eternal problem of the older and younger generation. And then manga, ranobe and fan fiction gradually came to replace the anime. As befits an exemplary animeshnik, I knew the language of the animeshnik. Also, I was quite a creative person, which, in principle, is not surprising. I had a huge number of different hobbies that I changed like gloves, but they were all invariably related to crafting. Hmm, maybe it's because my childhood game was racing, shooting games and Minecraft? In general, she was pretty handy, although she preferred not to advertise it in front of outsiders. Yes, I was also a bit of an introvert. In general, not that special, but also not quite ordinary. So, a teenager. And you know, I had one such minus. Small at all. But it was he who managed to spoil and will spoil my life. And this minus was luck. Only here it worked awry for me. I could have been lucky on the test. And then, when I was walking home, I could have been hit by a car, and I would have gotten off with only a couple of bruises and fright. I could easily have fallen from a height, but landed in such a way that I was not particularly injured. At the same time, as I was lucky to stay relatively whole, I was also lucky in life-threatening situations. It could be called a curse, because I never considered myself an extreme, but no one asked me, and dangerous situations happened almost daily. And here again, I was hit by a car. No luck. I opened my eyes in another world. Lucky. But do you think it was that simple? No. This, perhaps, can be called a rebirth? I managed to be reborn in a medieval world with fantasy elements! There was everything that is supposed to be a romance novel on this subject: and the beautiful main characters, and terrible monsters, magic and knights! And, of course, the nobility. This world was strange. There was magic in it, and at the same time people lived as in the Middle Ages. However, in the idealized Middle Ages. There were no epidemics, the streets were clean, and what a quality and rich color the fabrics were! If desired, a commoner could save up for a purple outfit! There were cafes here, only in a "rustic" style, but still a cafe! Not a tavern, not a restaurant, but the modern term "cafe"! I noticed similar inconsistencies everywhere. Although it caused a sense of a certain duality, over time I got used to it. So, who exactly have I become in this new life of mine? Well, I was "lucky" again. I was reborn as the daughter of an earl. Impoverished. Luck is just "mmmm". I was very afraid that my father, in order to get some money, would conclude a political marriage, but this did not happen. There were two of us in the family. Me and Dad. My mother died of an illness when I turned two. Just when I was suffering from a fever, I remembered my past life. Hmm, of course, it's bad to say that, but it's still good that I didn't have time to see the mother of this body. I took my rebirth very hard. And, it is unlikely that I would be able to deceive a woman that I have seen my child since birth. My father was very busy at that time - trying to somehow even out our situation. As soon as he found out that his wife had died of an illness, and his little daughter could soon follow her mother, he immediately returned home, upon arrival meeting a healthy child with a look too adult for a two-year-old. If you think about it, maybe it wasn't by chance that I remembered my past life. Is it possible that the girl could not overcome the disease, and at the moment when she died, I took her place? Most likely, but I'll never know. My father was an impoverished count. We had a small piece of land that allowed us to live without starving. But it certainly wasn't enough to provide me with a good dowry, or at least the upbringing due to a lady. But I was still the daughter of an earl with a good pedigree. I was a tasty morsel for some counts, barons and viscounts who wanted to either raise their status or strengthen it in society. If my father had wished, I would not have been able to do anything at all. But he turned out to be not the way the nobles are described from novels or from history. My father loved me, the girl in his daughter's body, without even suspecting about the substitution, but is it a substitution? And I tried to answer him in the same way. Although my father could not pay for my lady's education, he could teach me what he had once been taught: the then not yet bankrupt heir to the earl's house. Of course, this was far from education for ladies, which taught young noblewomen to be submissive to their husbands, to be calm, meek, and so on. My father turned out to be a surprisingly good teacher, so at some 10 years old I already knew how to ride a horse like a boy, could read, write, mastered mathematics and could fence a little. I didn't really like the sword, I stuck to the idea that if you fight, then with your fists. The father was naturally against it. Even though he taught me at the level of a boy, he still understood that I was a future girl, so I shouldn't swing my fists like a barbarian. Therefore, he is of the opinion that I should be able to stand up for myself, but as elegantly as possible. That is, to be able to handle thin swords. Well, since we were not rich nobles, I had nothing to do at home except study. And I constantly, as soon as I had a free minute, changed into simple clothes, and, under the guise of a peasant boy, got out into the city. Although we had small lands compared to other counts, they were still on good fertile land near the city. My love for different kinds of hobbies has moved into a new life, as well as my talent for them. Therefore, secretly from my father, I created various figures, toys, small pictures, and sold them in the city. Of course, I had to say that one of the older relatives asked to sell, but it was worth it. An extra coin is never superfluous. Again, of course, I had to drown out my inner introvert. One day, when I was playing with other children in the image of a village boy, I was "lucky" again. - You drive! - - A pink-haired girl shouted at me, flashing a toothless smile, and poking me in the back, so that later, with screams, she would win from me. - You can't run away! I shouted, and also, laughing heartily, ran after this fidgety squirrel. I don't know why I ran after her, but we were playing so much that, jumping over and running around another passerby, we didn't notice the hay wagon standing there. - I'll catch it now! - I exclaimed, and almost reached for it, as it suddenly went to the side, and I, without having time to stop, by inertia I fly into that very hay cart. Before I know it, the cart begins to roll down the hill down the street, developing a decent speed. All that remained was to grab the edge to the whitened knuckles, and in between the frightened screams to shout - Beware! I'll be great! I don't know how it would have ended for anyone else, but I was lucky. At some point, the cart suddenly crashes into a ledge and I, as in some cartoon, take off into the air. My flight ends with me landing in another hay cart. And, as in some cartoon, it is at this moment that the owner of that ill-fated cart jumps out of nowhere, and runs screaming at me. I, don't be a fool, rush like an arrow away from this abnormal, brazenly using my advantage in the form of small stature, maneuvering between people and smartly moving towards the nearest alley. I don't have time to exhale, as I hear that man swearing again. He's like some kind of bloodhound, following exactly on my trail, making me more and more nervous. At some point, turning another corner, I knock someone down and fall myself. For a couple of seconds I get lost in space, and a man who has already fed up with me returns me to reality. In his swearing, something about an accomplice began to slip, from which I sharply looked at the one I hit. It turned out to be the same disoriented as me, a boy a little older than me. I jump up, grab him by the hand, and now we're running away together. After a couple of minutes, we finally broke away, running into some dead end between the houses and hiding behind boxes. Now they were trying to catch their breath. Now I got a closer look at the boy - he had dark brown hair, was dressed in very good, if not expensive, clothes, and also had a very pretty face, which made me feel a little envious: he looked like a girl more than me. He also began to examine me. Yeah, I can imagine what he saw there. Gray hair bristling with a hedgehog, a smeared face and yellow eyes on the floor of the mug. Oh, yes, and torn clothes in some places. Therefore, I was not that surprised by the question naturally: - Are you homeless? - No! - She jumped up offended. - I just had a very hard day. Imagine, I was playing catch-up, I fell into a cart, and she took it and rolled! And then she suddenly stopped, and I flew like a bird! To then land in another hay cart... - And then I irritably shook a couple of blades of grass out of my hair. The boy looked at me for a couple of seconds, and then suddenly said: - I also had a hard day today. Dad said I wasn't trying hard enough, even though I really, really tried! And also these girls, they just want to show off! - Wow, and my dad often praises me... - Here I scratched the back of my head, - But more often still scolds for bad behavior. And maybe I don't like the way our neighbor looks at me. And her bald head suits her so well! The boy first opened his eyes wide, and then laughed. His laugh was contagious, so I giggled too. We were already walking down the street when suddenly the boy saw someone in the crowd and suddenly said to me: - Oh, they're probably looking for me! Bye, it was a lot of fun! - And, with a dazzling smile at me goodbye, waved his hand and disappeared into the crowd. I realized I hadn't asked his name. And I also realized that I was godlessly late for lunch.