What The Luck!? Chapter 58
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"I take it that he has them still." Asher laughed a little while stretching out his shoulders. The training had been getting to him a little and he needed a break. "Let's grab something to drink while he finds them."
The two found some lemonade in the kitchen and sat themselves on the grass in the back yard enjoying the sun. "If Art can use his super power like that without worry then he could be much stronger. Plus anyone that hits him would need to go to a hospital for possible lead poisoning." Jane was already brainstorming the possibilities so she could be wary of what may happen if she sparred with Art too often.
"I think if he is immune I will let him find different training opponents. Its not that I don't want to train with him but I really don't feel like going to a doctor every other day due to lead poisoning." Asher was starting to rethink his choice in best friend. It was all well that Art was a good person but what if he accidentally poisoned him?
Art came rushing back outside holding the paper. "Check it out!" The paper fell in to Asher's lap.
"Lead control and lead immunity….So you have two powers too technically?" Asher read this out loud and realized that it definitely made sense. "You have been carrying the lead and stuff with you since you got your shot and you haven't dropped dead yet so i guess it makes sense. But maybe you shouldn't do any more cooking." Art looked at him more seriously.
"Asher has a point. What if you mix something accidentally." The thought of never eating the cake again was a little rough but for their safety they would need to stomach it.
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"Psshh you guys are crazy. You really think I don't practice proper kitchen safety? There are no place for chemicals like lead in the kitchen. You guys really need to learn a lesson in our next cooking class." Hearing this from Art we was notorious for not doing his homework on time and also not being a perfect academic student hit them hard. They were stunned at the condescending attitude.
"Says the guy who hasn't even finished his philosophy essay." This retort from Asher broke Art. He looked about to cry as he shuffled off with his paper in his hands to get a laptop to type his essay. 'These friends are too mean…'
"Are you going to hang out outside or sit and eat this cake?" Cara was sitting at the kitchen table with two slices of cake. Art found that he had just seen an angle. While Jane and Asher sat outside afraid of the consequences that could come with Art's power. Art and Cara sat inside eating cake.
The three of them have practiced for most of the day and wanted to have their own time to get homework or studying done. With this decision made they all ended up spending the day this way and before they knew it the morning had come again.
"No double run today...double runs are cursed." Art met Cara and Asher at the door with this phrase and was greeted by nods of approval. The three of them would not be falling in to the same trap as before.
"I have my phone on me this time, we should be good." Asher showed his phone in his pocket and then headed out the door after Cara. The three were now better accustomed to the work out routine and breezed through it. However they were all on edge compared to the previous experience.
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Luckily there were no such events and the usual went on. Nothing strange seemed like it was going to happen at all on this Monday.
"Good morning you two." Jane was waiting at the door as the boys headed out to school. The three fell in to step and made their way t the high school a little earlier than usual since they were getting faster and faster at running in the past days.
"I can't wait for combat class today. We are going to dominate every bit of practice." Art was fired up even though he was feeling the soreness of learning new moves. His muscles had definitely learned how to use them but he would need more practice to perform well with them.
"I can't wait to see the look on coach Winters' face when we suddenly wheel kick or change levels and jab." Asher was looking forward the little amount of revenge he would get before she would find a new terrifying exercise to put them through.
"She will definitely have praise for us. I think I will ask her for advice on the combos we could do. I would hate to ruin the flow of my moves because I don't know what is better to go next." Jane had spent a lot of her night at home thinking about how her moves would fit together. She felt that the puzzle was missing too many pieces for her to properly compete.
"Well I think we should focus more on basics then add moves slowly. If we rush we will do everything wrong.." Asher was worried that if he rushed along there would be more accidents like Jane kicking the glass. They had been lucky it did not break but if it had or anything did they would all be looking at their end.
"Wow, why is the entrance so busy over there?" Art saw that a crowd was at the entrance of the school.
'So much for our boring Monday' Asher had this thought before running after Art who could not control his curiosity. Upon their arrival they found a few white fluffy sheep with numbers on them blocking the entrance. This sight reminded Asher of his dream and bright shivers down his spine. These sheep were piled up on themselves like they were a fluffy white wall. There were easily twenty of them in the way. "What the heck are these things doing here?"
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