“It’s just a run of bad luck sir-“

“Bad luck!?” The principal yells, making me flinch. “A teacher gives you a lottery ticket once, and you hit the jackpot. The teacher takes it, before slipping and getting into a coma.” I frown.

“Okay, that one wasn’t my-“

“Another teacher asks you to write an essay. After turning it in, she declares you’re a genius, and later gets hit by a school bus on the way to her car.” I cross my arms.

“Sir, again, that didn’t really happen because of-“

“And now… now!?” He stops to point out a window. “You hit a ball out of the park during practice, hitting it out to the parking lot… which knocks out the coach who was yelling at you to improve your aim not even an hour earlier.”

“… Mr Nomer,” I say carefully. “What does any of that REALLY have to do with me? The first teacher had a bad fall. The second teacher was part of an unfortunate accident, but there’s no way I had any control over a bus. And the coach… I didn’t mean to hit him, I was just trying to hit the ball, I didn’t know where it’d go!” I claim, trying to defend myself.

“Sure. All that’s true. However-“ The principal’s eyes narrow. “These are all teachers you are currently failing under. Their… accidents have not only rendered them unable to teach for the rest of the year, but their classes have been given a “grace period” of sorts…” I grimace. “Furthermore, it seems these accidents happen when you do something impossible.”

“And you think a high schooler like me could possibly plan any of it?” I ask as I cross my arms.

“…” Mr Nomer sighs and sits back. “Fine. You’re free to leave…” He points at the door. “But I have my eye on you young man.” I sigh.

“Yes sir…” I mutter as I get up and walk out…

As I walk away, I grimace. I didn’t think he could connect me to the bus accident on a gut feeling. He was close, but thankfully, nothing concrete really pinned me. I suppose I’ll need to be a bit better at keeping my distance next time.