All That Bad Luck

All That Bad Luck

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Genre: Young Adult

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Sam is an average young mage who lives with their mother in a small town in Oregon. Things become not so average when they becomes linked to a mischievous spirit that seems to just ooze bad luck, making Sam's spells fizzle, their potions curdle and just about everything else they try to go wrong. Can Sam get rid of their Bad Luck? Or will they just have to learn to deal with it?
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Summary

Sam is an average young mage who lives with their mother in a small town in Oregon. Things become not so average when they becomes linked to a mischievous spirit that seems to just ooze bad luck, making Sam's spells fizzle, their potions curdle and just about everything else they try to go wrong. Can Sam get rid of their Bad Luck? Or will they just have to learn to deal with it?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Rather Average

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: June 01, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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Sam considered themselves a rather average kid. They lived with their mother on a plot of land outside a small town in Oregon, behind which sprawled a wall of trees, several miles deep. The white cottage sat far back from the main road, giving the small family quite a bit of privacy; something Sam's mother preferred.

Sam was also homeschooled. Their mother felt it was for the best and Sam didn't argue. They were rather average, but other children were even more so and, to be honest, rather boring. All they did was sit in a room and learn numbers and reading and science and history. Sam learned that, too, but they also learned so much more than that. Their mother was the best teacher, far better than average. She was amazing and talented and taught her child everything she knew. Trusted them with all her secrets and recipes and Sam could not have felt more proud to be the child of such a great woman.

They did not brag though; they knew better than to do that. The world outside their plot of land was not always safe, nor was it always so welcoming to those who failed to fit the mold.

Sam spent what free time they had in the woods behind their home, following a well worn path to an ancient oak tree, where they had built a little place to sit up in its boughs, sheltered from the wind and sprinkling rain by its thick leaves. There, Sam studied, read, drew, and played with their toys among its roots. It was their special place, magical and untouched by any except them. Not even their mother came out to the tree, for she knew it was Sam's and all children deserve a place to call their own. A place where they are free to be themselves. So long as they were back before the sun set, she would not venture into the grove. Sam considered themselves to be very fortunate to have a mother who understood the importance of such a special place and made sure they never broke her trust by failing to return before the sun went down.

The evenings were spent cooking together, telling stories over their dinner, doing homework and focusing on more practical lessons. When the moon was high, though, it was time to sleep and Sam was tucked into their bed, nestled happily under an age-worn quilt their great-great-grandmother had crafted many years ago. A kiss on the forehead and a soft goodnight, and Sam was left to dream of their next, rather average day, full of spells and enchantments and brewing potions. Sam considered themselves to be rather average, for the child of a witch. Rather average, indeed. At least until things became... not quite so average, anymore.

For you see, time passes and nothing ever stays the same. What is normal and expected on every other day eventually fades away as new normals and expectations take their place. What was average yesterday, will certainly not be the same average as it had been the day before or the day after. So it was, Sam's life was going to change, on their twelfth birthday, on a day that started just as average as the day before but perhaps not as average as the day before even that had been. After all, birthdays only came once a year, and could hardly be considered quite as mundane as every other day proceeding or following in its wake.

Sam woke though, just as they always did, when their alarm clock went off at a quarter past eight. The sun was shining, as hard as it could in the chilly Fall morning, before the clouds would roll in for the winter and do their best to obscure it for the next several months. A perfect day to revel in what little sunshine this time of year had to bring. Sam couldn't help but feel like perhaps the rays warming their bed were a gift from the sun; a special birthday present. So Sam pushed the window open, and happily thanked the sun for being out today. Mother stressed the importance of thanking nature for every gift it gave and Sam took that as seriously as they did every other lesson their mother imparted to them.

Next came dressing; jeans and their favorite sweater. A dusty old witch's hat that had belonged to the same great-great-grandmother was placed on their head, much too large and sagging down over their curly dark hair and obscuring their brown eyes briefly before Sam hastily pushed the brim back. A pair of old trainers, fingers wrapping around an elm wand, and down the stairs they bound.

Footsteps pounded down the steps and into the kitchen to see the usual morning sight; mother in front of the stove, making breakfast. Her auburn hair was in a loose braid that fell down to her midback, an apron over her clothes and around her waist.

"Good morning, dear. Happy birthday!" She chimed, turning to smile at her growing child and Sam happily returned the grin as they slid into their customary seat at the table.

"Morning, Mom! Do you need any help?"

"Not today, Sammy. It's your special day so you just sit tight and enjoy." She told them, grabbing a stack of warm pancakes, a perfect golden brown, and placed them down onto the table with a soft clink. She pushed their hat back a little further to better see their freckled face.

"Seems like just yesterday this hat didn't fit you, at all," she mused with a softened smile before returning to the stove to flip the bacon, which sizzled loudly in the pan.

"It still kinda doesn't… but it almost does!" Sam beamed, smothering their pancakes in strawberry syrup and shoveling a bite into their mouth. Their mother joined them at the table, making her own plate and passing Sam some bacon, which they also took and enjoyed heartily.

"I bet you're excited for your present, hmm?" A question that was always sure to snag the attention of any child, no matter what they were currently engrossed in.

"Can I open it, now?" Sam asked, leaning forward in their seat as a wrapped package was placed on the table by his plate.

"Of course, you can," their mother laughed. Permission given, the package was quickly snatched up and torn open. A soft leather bag was gently placed within the box, much like the one their mother used. Big enough to carry their books and their wand and detachable pouch for collecting herbs. 'Sam' was embroidered on the front flap in bright green thread.

"Wow… mom, it's perfect, I love it!" Sam gushed, throwing their arms around their mother joyfully. "I can't wait to use it!" She laughed at their excitement, kissing their cheek and pulling away.

"Well, it is the weekend, so why wait? Go on outside and play. Just make sure you're home for lunch, wear a jacket, and see if you can find some chickweed while you're out."

Sam gave their mother a little salute and a wide grin before gathering up their dirty dishes to place in the sink. After, it was back upstairs to shove their notebook, their field guide for identifying plants, and a few other items into their brand new messenger bag. A jacket thrown around their shoulders and it was time for an adventure.

One that would take Sam's average life and flip it on its head.


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