Named After A Number

My name is Seven. Like the number. And luck has always been a big role in my life. My father was a very superstitious man, and his ideals about luck and how it affected us were passed on to me in a larger way than you may think.

I can control the luck of others, cause good things or bad things to happen to them.

So maybe it was good luck that the bully who was messing with me in the hallway was mysteriously hurt after breaking my skateboard.

And maybe it was bad luck that the girl who hates me and her brother, who happens to be a big football star, is now staying with me for two weeks while their mom is out of town on a business trip.

It's even worse luck that I start to get a weird feeling in my chest any time either of them speak to me.

But hey, what do I know, right? I'm just the guy who was named after a number.