He repeated this several times. I kinda lost interest, and
totally zoned out. I started thinking about the thing that I ever thought
about.
Her name was Brooklyn. She came to Cloverdale only months ago
and I was already completely obsessed with her. Her blonde hair glowed in the
dark hallways of the quad. Her freckles were like the stars on the beautiful
night sky that was her face. Her eyes were an emerald gr-
“Jack, are you even
listening?”
“Umm yea, weird Latin words and stuff right?”
“Yeah… so look over there,”
he said, pointing behind me.
What was he pointing at? All I
could see was the oak.
“What is it?”
“Just keep watching…”
I kept looking at the old oak
until the leaves started rustling in the wind. Out popped the fuzzy little head
of the acorn’s natural enemy: the squirrel.
“That’s just a coincidence…” I said in awe.
“The fifth coincidence in a
row? This isn’t the first time I tried this spell out.”
I remained silent, just
watching the squirrel.
“Luke and I are making an
army. Meet us after school at the park.”
I don’t know how long Buck was
still with me after that sentence. I was just watching the squirrel. That
squirrel was a product of magic, and real magic too, not like a white rabbit
out of a dollar store hat. This squirrel was the white rabbit and Buck was the
dorky magician.
As I stared at that squirrel, I
realized what Buck had said; an army? Luke? Park after school? So many
questions were racing through my mind, like how did Buck spawn a freaking
squirrel, and an army for what?? And how did Buck find this website?? So many secrets,
so much importanc-
RIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!
Ah crap; math class…
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