What The Luck!? Chapter 21
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" Come on, what are you all afraid of? Are you the only student or something?' Cara was impatient as always wanting Asher to tell them about his last class. She wondered if he was taking the same one she had chosen when she was a sophomore.
"It's astrology and fortune telling…" Asher nearly whispered this not wanting to say it out loud.
"It's what now? Speak up." Asher's father was having none of this, if he wanted to speak he needed to be firm.
"Astrology and fortune telling! I circled it randomly because I ran out of time. I am only the second student and I have no idea what is really going on in the class." The table was silent after his loud outburst.
"Wait is that the same one Lin is in? You know she has the top grades in the school right? She has never gotten anything less than a perfect score on any test. A bunch of people tried to join that class because she was in it and they thought that they could study with her. But apparently every time they went they got scared off by the smoke in the room. They thought that they had gotten to a different class." Cara laughed pretty hard at this thinking about how foolish they were.
"Those are incense that madam Weaver used, I have no idea why she had so many burning in one room. But Lin cleared it all out out...If she's the top student I kind of understood why she gave me homework today." Asher was still a bit moody over this, she wasn't even a teacher.
"Lin gave you home work!? Hahaha that's tough, just wish your grades goodbye because when she reads it she is bound to fail you. She even corrects the teachers when they are wrong on a subject." Cara was loving this, she had expected something along the lines of what a hero would take and definitely not a fortune telling class.
"Well what do you do in the class?" Their mother tried her best to keep Cara from teasing Asher so much in front of his friends.
"Actually yes, what do you do in that class? I haven't ever had my fortune told before so I have no idea what would go on in one." Art was supporting his sister. ' You have betrayed me again Art' Asher sent a glare at Art who was none the wiser of his treachery.
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"Actually I have not heard of this class either, can you tell us?' Jane broke the tension asking as well, Asher couldn't hide from it now, he had to tell them what it was all about so far.
"Well madam Weaver has a super power called aura reading, I guess she can see auras and make some sort of prediction about a person from them." Asher had the note book paper in his pocket and decided that it was not the time to bring it up. He would ask Jane and Art for their thoughts later.
"She took a look at my aura and said a few confusing things and then Lin wrote them down. Now i need to write about what I think it means. But the entire time Lin was stuck on what auras were and how to see them without eyes but with a third eye. I was totally lost." Asher couldn't hold back the truth, he also had no idea what a third eye was or what an aura would look like. For him this was just another of the many mysteries he would find while in this class.
"So you took a hippie class? If you want to be a hero you need something that is more attuned to your power. I know it's called lucky jinx or unlucky lynx or bahh whatever it is called you need one that can put you in situations to figure out what it does." Cara was right about that, he needed to figure out what his powers really did. But where to start?
"Well I think joining a fortune telling class is a great random guess. If your power actually has to do with luck maybe you were lucky enough to join a class that can explain what luck is." Their mother was still very supportive. Jane was mirroring her with head nods and a smile. Even Art was giving him a thumbs up.
"I'll try...I just don't know what the differences in my daily life are. I do need to say people seem to be tripping or slipping on things a lot lately. Super weird recurring coincidence lately." Asher was trying to draw connections to these things in reference to his powers but so far couldn't make any solid ones.
"I swear if it is you who made me slip like that at the gym I will make you pay." Art immediately flew in to fake rage at this to tease Asher a bit.
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"Oh you think you could resist my powers if I am the reason? I am too powerful for you!" Asher rebutted his taunt easily adding an evil laugh.
"If you two start to fight I will take my mask off and stick you both in place for hours.'' Jane's threat was much tougher, her acting was on point completely stopping the two boys from competing further. Cara just sat there a little stunned at the three who had fallen in to their own little world.
The rest of the dinner went on much like this with all of them teasing each other about their powers. Cara finished and excused herself as soon as she could so she could go work on her own home work. She had become a lot less interested in this conversation since the start.
"Alight lets get another hour of homework done and then we can stop and head home." Jane was as motivated as ever seeing that his own homework was just about done. She was by far the fastest out of the three of the, when it came to working.
"Wait, actually I want some help if you guys can. I have what the aura reading from madam Weaver resulted in. I have to translate this and write what it means. But I have been avoiding it. What if I realize my powers are evil you know?' Asher did have the minor fear that being a jinx would bring some bad things in to his family's life. He could end up the same way as his previous world.
"Yes, let me see it! I want to solve the puzzle first!" Jane grabbed the notebook paper and started to read. She passed it to Art who was much more interested in this thanks own homework. The essay that he needed to write would suffer for a little while longer.
"Bro it sounds like you are going to be given good looks by fate everywhere you walk. So just walk everywhere and avoid cars and planes and trains and you will be lucky." Asher was floored, 'how can you make that relation? It doesn't mean a physical path that I walk. It's metaphorical!'
Asher was too amazed at how Art had made this ridiculous relation to fate feeding him a fortuitous path. " feel their fortune wane' does that mean that the people near you will just be a little less lucky in life? Are you a luck eater or something?" Jane had watched a show on tv where the main character literally ate luck.
"I am pretty sure I can't actually eat luck. Although I do wonder what luck would taste like. Bad luck could be spicy." he followed this train of thought to tease Jane just a little while she contemplated the rest of the aura reading.
"Well at least the last part is easy, if you have an enemy anything that is fortunate will become unfortunate. This is pretty clearly part of the jinx name of your power." Jane was glad that at least one part was so simple.
"Just remember, we are friends here OK? No need to make my luck bad…" Art was a little fearful now. What if Asher decided they were enemies and ate all his luck.
"Well I have never had any real enemies so don't see that happening." This was true even in his other world with how poorly he was treated and the terrible things that had happened he had not yet considered anyone to be his enemy. He had always just blamed his bad luck on everything that was happening to him. Not that he didn't try to change things to be better, they would just always fall apart somehow.
"Well I am definitely not going to write about eating luck or not traveling in a car or train or whatever. I think the last part can use some details but hopefully Lin will like it." Cara's words echoed through his head about how Lin would most likely fail him on the spot with whatever he brought back as homework. This prompted him to grab his laptop and start to type up his theories. It was better safe than sorry!
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