Shooting stars, birthday candles, four-leaf clovers, a rabbit’s foot…
Actually, why was a rabbit’s foot considered lucky? The luck never seemed to work for the poor rabbit.
Jason tossed the fuzzy rabbit’s foot charm up in the air, catching it as he walked down the sidewalk to school. There was no way he would fail his exams, not with all the preparation he had done.
Daniella was in the middle of a yawn when Jason caught up with her by their lockers. He grinned as he watched her gather her books in slow motion. “Stay up late studying for Hoffman’s test?” he asked.
She nodded. “What about you? Did you actually open your biology book or do you have a pocketful of horseshoes?”
“Nah, horseshoes are too heavy,” Jason said. “Besides, they’d probably end up rolling this way and that while in a pocket. Horseshoes are only lucky if they’re facing up.”
Daniella waved a hand dismissively. “You know, for your sake, I hope you don’t fail,” she said, “but it would serve you right for always believing in luck.”
“Hey, you gotta believe in Lady Luck for her to work her magic,” Jason said, falling in step beside her as the pair made their way to their first class.
“You’re ridiculous,” Daniella said. “You should make your own luck by working hard instead of leaving everything to fate.”
“I made it this far in life.” Jason shrugged. “Don’t fix something if it ain’t broke.”
She rolled her eyes and said nothing more as they entered the classroom. They broke away to move to their own desks and all too soon, Mr. Hoffman was passing out the exam papers. Jason gave his lucky rabbit’s foot in his pocket one last rub before bringing his focus to the test’s first question…