07-17-2015, 12:01 AM
Chance reeled back, then caught himself with the easy grace of a born athlete. The young man tugged his pristine jacket into place before turning his attention to the man who'd bumped into him like a charging bull.
"Hey, get back here!" An apology was necessary, but he hadn't heard one.
Strident ringing stopped him in his tracks. Chance glanced at his Rolex. "Damn it."
He charged into shop class, only to be told that it wasn't even taking place, not then, not for him anyway. Chance's bag hit the floor with a dull thud; papers scattered everywhere until he emerged with his schedule held high.
French class started with the bang of a door hitting the wall, and Chance making excuses for his tardy arrival. Everyone snickered. He just bowed as he settled into his seat, and smiled innocently at Mr. Edwards when his bespectacled gaze fell on him again. Somehow, with the luck that had earned him his nickname, Chance hadn't interrupted class. He'd even arrived just in time to get the finicky white board working right, projecting the desktop of Mr. E's laptop.
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