I went to bed early in the morning thinking about my Pandora. If all my bad pieces were stashed away, then how come I couldn't learn new things very well? Why did words get all messed up when I read them? I just didn't feel like I was the very best of everything. That must prove I had bad luck.
That got me thinking. Wouldn't the best version of me, the perfect daughter, as Mother had said, be even better if I had good Karma? All the good things would happen to me and then I would really be able to impress her. I'd never get another one of those condescending speeches about how I could do better.
I wondered how hard it would be to summon Karma. I could call it an experiment. Like one of those practical's they talked about on those TV shows about school. Yeah, I could do a summoning spell
