chapter 2

When she met up with her friends for lunch, they were all enamoured with Sarah's new skirt. She was definitely asked to show it off on more than one occasion. Very quickly, Sarah and her friends had dubbed it her ‘lucky skirt' after all of the incredibly lucky things she had been experiencing that day.

After lunch, Sarah had a meeting with one of the program counselors. There really wasn't much to discuss: Sarah was doing well in her classes, and it was much too soon for her to start working on her senior year capstone show. Still, the subject came up and Sarah admitted that she had lots of ideas, but they didn't necessarily relate to each other. “You don't need to decide today, but I do want you to start brainstorming options,” Sarah's councelor suggested, “you can narrow them down later, but it's best to start thinking now.”

Heading back home, Sarah was directionless, but nonetheless inspired. Like a fury, she began sketching for hours and hours. At one point, she decided to do a couple of sketches based on her new lucky skirt. When she did, the designs seemed to literally sketch themselves. Sarah watched in bewilderment as her basic outlines began to flesh themselves out according to her intentions that her hands just hadn't been fast enough to draw.

As Sarah watched her sketchbook fill itself out with her ideas, she wondered what the suit she had just drawn would look like in other colors. And just like that, perfect duplicates of the original designs began to sketch themselves out in a variety of color pallettes across the pages.

Sometimes when Sarah got this focused, she would forget to eat. And this time was no different: by the time she had finished experimenting, she realized that she hadn't eaten any dinner. Normally she would have just gone to bed if it were this late and she hadn't eaten, but she then remembered her apartment seemingly unpacked itself, and how her breakfast supplies were just there waiting for her for this morning.

On an experimental whim, Sarah closed her eyes, scrunched up her cute freckled-face and imagined summoning something to eat for dinner. What should she conjure though? For whatever reason, her comment to herself from the previous night that it was like living in a fairy tale came back to Sarah.

As soon as she could think it, Sarah could smell the scent of a freshly baked apple pie. When she opened her eyes there it was: a little four-inch pie in a beautiful ceramic ramiken with a silver spoon. “So it's not just the sketchbook” Sarah thought to herself, “I wonder if I can also--” but before she could even think the words, Sarah's apple pie became pie a la mode before her very eyes.

“Wicked,” Sarah said to herself as she pushed her spoon into the pie. Taking a bite, Sarah's eyes rolled into to the back of her head. “And it's even delicious! Holy shit!” she mused.