“Hey, you with the face.”
Like an idiot, I look up because, you know, I’m the only one with a face apparently. He gets me with that every time. And every time, I look up with a perplexed look on my face.
“Hey Bryce, what’s going on?”
Although 15 years of age, with his short, round body, pudgy face and blond curls, Bryce looks no more than twelve years old.
“Not much, what do you have on the schedule for today?”
“Novice Earth Magic. You?”
“Intermediate Mental Focus. I knocked out all my novice stuff last year. Next year, I’ll move onto the Advanced classes.”
“Next year, I’ll blah blah blah blah….” I reply in a mockingly manner.
“Jealous much?”
“Nah, just consider yourself lucky that the Seers found me late and I have to play catch up. Otherwise, I’d be embarrassing you in every class.”
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