“Why are you wearing your baseball socks?” Mom asked. She must have spotted the neon orange.
“They’re lucky.” I’d worn them all summer and our team had won the championship. “I have a biology test today.”
“You don’t need them. You studied for it.”
Mom didn’t know I’d stolen a pen from my brother’s backpack. Danny got an “A” in biology last year. Now it was my turn.
But when I started to label the parts of the cell, Danny’s pen ran out of ink. Oh, crap. The pen hadn’t been worth stealing.
Good thing, I wore my lucky socks.
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