I'm a Part-Time Witch
“Language, Harper. We’re in a school right now.” Your head darts around, catching the judging eyes of your peers from third period art class. “Sleeping in class is seen as a major offense in most classrooms. But because I’m nice I’ll let it slide this time.”
Your brow is furrowed to the point where it hurts. “What the hell?” You whisper staring fearfully at Mr. Green. A soft hand places itself on your right arm, and you jerk back. You meet the gaze of your best friend, Noah. His worried, calming eyes reflect your own, fearful and confused.
“Harper, can you see me after class please?” You glance back to your teacher, nodding slightly.
“Are you alright bud?” Noah asks softly, with a small smile that seems to cut through your confusion.
Your brow is furrowed to the point where it hurts. “What the hell?” You whisper staring fearfully at Mr. Green. A soft hand places itself on your right arm, and you jerk back. You meet the gaze of your best friend, Noah. His worried, calming eyes reflect your own, fearful and confused.
“Harper, can you see me after class please?” You glance back to your teacher, nodding slightly.
“Are you alright bud?” Noah asks softly, with a small smile that seems to cut through your confusion.