Chapter 15

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After Math class Harriet sat at the lunch table thinking. Thinking real hard. What was her sign? She glanced at her sheet of paper again

 What was her sign? She glanced at her sheet of paper again

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According to the 12 horoscopes she was a cancer, but according the 13 horoscopes she was a gemini

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According to the 12 horoscopes she was a cancer, but according the 13 horoscopes she was a gemini. She kept reading through the personalities to find one that matched:

Gemini: Enjoys a chat, friendly and quick witted.

Harriet did enjoy a chat, sometimes, she could be friendly and occasionally quick witted. But she wasn't sure this was her.

Cancer: a little emotional cry baby. A little bitch.

That really didn't sound like her, but she was a bit of bitch, and she did cry when she was sad.

Leo: Strength, likes to see those closest to them succeed.

True, but maybe that was a bit much. Harriet didn't want to be another lying cancer. Maybe she should just go simple, be the cancer. She looks to find what her energy would be. Water - but she was born in the north. So Harriet decided she was:

"I'm cold wet water and fire and summer?"

"Well thats great for you" Alex said "I'm air air. What am I suppose to do to make energy? Breath on stuff?"

"Talk?" Michael suggested.

"Ahh" Alex said his eyes going wide "I'm not doing a fucking sing song for this class."

"I'm going to set things on fire, and then put them out with my terrible personality." Harriet said raising her eyebrows. Lemony laughed.

"At least I know what I am, Ophiuchus hot and dry fire. I just need to set things on fire, because I don't think you get damp fire."

"Ugggh I wanted the new fancy horoscope" Alex said.

"I've got it because I'm cool" Lemony said, and Harriet half thought she was right.

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