7 years bad luck

"Timmy no!" Shouted my mom, but it was too late. The full length mirror shattered into a thousand tiny pieces at my feet. They all fell in the same area, and even though the pieces were broken, I could still see my reflection staring up at me. My guilty face was the only image.

My mom warned me of the next 7 years being unlucky, as she cleaned up the glass around my feet.