What The Luck!?

"Dang it. Was that Cara? I tried to wake up earlier so that I could catch her." Art came rushing down the stairs and narrowly missed Cara head out the door.

"Yeah, she said she needs to go and do her extra running so that she can stay on schedule. Let's go and start ours." Asher just shook his head and headed out with Art on his heels. The two followed the normal run and finished up in the park.

"Ha! We beat her to- and she is walking in the entrance." Art let himself get too excited before they had even crossed the entrance of the park.

"Dude, why do you think we would beat her when she is literally training for a running endurance race? She will always run circles around us even if we surpass her in other things." Asher broke this harsh reality to Art yet again.

"I know that but she said she had extra running…" Art was still struggling with the fact that he had tried to beat her a failed. "Let's just get to our circuits. I can try and beat her back."

Asher just went with him and started his own circuit to he stayed to his work out and bided his time. When he had finished he noticed that Art had been the first to finish his yet again and Cara was still a whole set away from Asher who had started his run behind Art.

The run went as Asher had expected. He slowly caught up to Art and before they realized it Cara had passed them and made it to the house claiming the shower first. On the contrary, Art was at the end of the line nearly exhausted from pushing himself too far on the runs. "You are going to do this every time until you beat her, won't you?" Asher had no hope that Art would level out anymore.

"She is the perfect challenge to push me to be faster. When I beat her that will mean I have made a major improvement." Art was looking at Cara as a lofty idol that he could try and reach after training to his pique.

"Yeah yeah, but at the end of the day, she has more training than us. Let's just focus on where we are now and what to do to get stronger today." Asher left Art in the front room with this thought and snagged the shower as Cara headed to her room. His sneaky maneuver to beat Art completely went over Arts' head.

Jane met them after they had eaten and the three walked to school together. Cara had left before them to go and meet her friends before school. The majority of the day went as usual. They had a small pop quiz in english class making them all a little less energetic, but this was nothing major to hold them up.

Coach Winters had held true to what she said and didn't even bother with them so that they could self study during her class. This was the perfect chance for them to work on their own improvement plans while using the app. The three were able to set up their phones so that the camera could track their progress and give them a better evaluation.

Coach Winters was watching them in passing and saw that they were recording themselves. This was a good moment in her mind since it showed that they cared about where they currently stood and were looking for the faults in their styles. She had already reported to the principal that there were three students she believed would be at the top of their class. But she had also said that they may have a higher potential than expected.

This is a normal report to send about students so that the future teachers and staff can prepare for what they may need. However, it was not normal to give such a high rating. It was actually above the normal to do so. Not that the three knew this report had been sent in this way. It was a faculty only evaluation.

"Wait, I just got a notification that I have started to change my style?" Jane was a little worried that the app was warning her of this because it was a bad thing.

"I think that can be good. I get it all the time. Whenever I learn a new move and add it to my arsenal I will get that notification. But I think that it depends on how much the move influences the way you move." Asher had gotten used to this notification. Every time it happened it would say something about where he improved.

"Oh, it does say that I have a faster reaction time and a higher chance of counter attacking by using the swiping block." Jane had been practicing a block where she raised a single arm and swiped it to the side to block an attack and deflect it.

"That sounds right. That block was described as the first step in line to a chain of follow up counters." Art had seen Jane stop and listened too. He had already watched the part of the video that described how to use this block before he found the block he thought he could use.

"I have never gotten the notification about change in style yet. But it sounds like it is very useful for me to be able to see how I am improving." Jane was excited about this change but before she could resume trying it out she was caught by the bell and forced to head to their next class.

"Sweet. Let's head to the office and sign up for the modern technology class. I want to see me some jet packs." Art was full of energy and wanted to head out immediately to get signed up and start the class as soon as possible.

Asher was partially dreading the trip to the office since he was a little put on edge to see the secretaries. Almost completely proving himself when he opened the door to the empty office waiting side Asher heard the slight squeals of excitement.

"Hellow there, come to see us again?"

Are you here to schedule yourself with a new class? You are really serious about becoming a hero. We will have to be your very first fans." The two secretaries giggled at their jokes.

"Oh, and he brought friends. You two must be part of his hero group. I bet you three are going to sign up for the same class." The secretaries were already grabbing the paper work for all three of them without asking any more.

"Alright, your identifications please." The three handed over their student identification cards. "Perfect and here you three go. The class is already in session so you can all head there tomorrow. Just remember to show them the paperwork that you have officially joined the class so the teacher will remember to sign off and get access to your grades." The secretaries had finished their side of the paper work after stamping the documents.

"Thank you again!" Asher was quick to dart out of the office with Art and Jane on his heels. "Phew, I thought we would never get out of there. They are nice and all but they look at me like I am something to snack on." Asher said this making Jane scrunch up her face in annoyance.

"They seem nice. I guess our group will already have a fan club before we even hit professionals." Aty was letting his imagination run wild with the many fans a super hero could have. It could be even more it was a hero group which had more ability to gather fans.

Jane was getting more annoyed the more they talked about getting fans. She could only imagine the many female fans throwing themselves at Asher. "I think we should be a group without fans. Or just stay away from the spotlight completely." Asher and Art both picked up on the change in her attitude and tried to change the subject as quickly as possible. They didn't know what was wrong but were not going to ask.

"Let's go to the library and finish the rest of this period. I bet we can get a bunch of extra work sheets done." Asher pushed for them to head to the library.

"That sounds like a great idea. I really am liking the home work done ahead of time thing." Art whole heartedly supported Asher seeing that Janes' mood was heading downhill.

"Oh, yeah. We should get going, I almost forgot that we can't afford to worry about having fans. We could never have the time for them anyways." This sudden explanation made both Asher and Art look sideways at each other. They were glad that they had not continued the talk about the fans and possible fan clubs their group might get. It was something they would worry about in the future.

The group studied and managed to get a nice chunk of work done before the bell interrupted them. "I am off to my first class for disaster relief. Wish me luck!" Asher headed out of the library and toward the back of the school.