by Quinn Loftis
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Cassie spent the next twenty-four hours going through the motions of her day, but her mind was only on Trik. She went from class to class, nodded at the appropriate times, and attempted to look interested when Elora spoke to her.
“You’re thinking about him again aren’t you?” Elora asked as she nibbled on the carrot she had pulled out of her lunch bag. They sat in their usual spot in the far corner of the cafeteria, giving them a full view of the room. She and Elora were experienced people watchers. They amused themselves by imagining things that people were saying or thinking while they went about their lunch period, unaware of the two girls humoring themselves.
“I can’t get him out of my mind. It’s like he put a spell on me or something.”
“I don’t know what sort of magic elves hold,” Elora replied.
“Are you still going on about that?” Cassie interrupted exasperatedly.
“What other explanation is there, Cassie?” Elora asked indignantly. “You said that the dude’s appearance changed right before your eyes.”
“A synapse in my brain must have misfired.”
Elora raised an eyebrow at her. “A misfired brain synapse? That’s really what you want to go with?”
“As opposed to, Elves with Magic Abilities for $200, Alex? Then yes I’m going to go with misfired brain synapse,” Cassie smarted off.
“We’re going to Lisa’s store after school,” Elora told her as she took a drink of her soda all the while ignoring Cassie’s scowling face. “We can talk to her and see what she thinks.”
