I'm a Part-Time Witch

“I’m-” Mr. Green paused, obviously thrown off by your remark. “What are you talking about Harper?” Your head darts around, catching the judging eyes of your peers from third period art class.

“I’m not sure what you were dreaming about just now, but you really shouldn’t fall asleep in class like that.” He scratched his stubbly chin, letting out a big sigh. “Can you, meet me after class please?”

Your hand slightly shakes as you nod. “What the heck?” Your whisper fearfully, staring a hole into the palms of your hands. 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.

“Are your alright bud?” Noah asks softly, with a small smile that seems to cut through your confusion.