at me. “I heard about you, June Heal.”
It
didn’t sound like a good ‘heard’ either. Professor Dunwoody, his name
was scribbled on the chalkboard behind him.
He
looked back down and started his pacing. His hands continued to wrap around one
another. “Go on, take a seat.”
I
should’ve looked to see what seats were available before I jumped at the first
one I came to. Madame Torres glowed a bright pink, and slightly rolled to the
left side of the table toward my tablemate.
When
I reached over to roll her back, I glanced up to see the person sitting next to
me.
Gus.
He
smiled. His crystal ball slightly rolled toward me and a man appeared in a
turban. His eyes locked eyes with Madame Torres.
“Oh
no you don’t.” I picked her up and placed her on my right side, out of sight of
Rico Sauvé. I couldn’t help but get the smooth singing Latino hunk out of my
mind when I noticed Gus’s crystal ball seemed to look a bit like a Latin lover.
Tan, dark, and handsome.
“She
was a little spitfire when I put her in your bag this morning.” Gus swung his
head to the right. His long blonde hair lay perfectly against his chiseled jaw
line. I didn’t realize the surfer dude look was still in. Nor did I ever
imagine a spiritualist to have such a look.
“Tell
me about it,” I groaned and rolled my eyes. I turned my attention toward the
professor.
He
rambled on about the history of crystal balls and how they chose you, not the
other way around. He talked about how obedient they were and accommodating.
He’d obviously never met Madame Torres.
Nothing
in my spiritual world was exactly like everyone else’s, but that was okay. I
was beginning to like my world. And that included Eloise. I felt my jean pocket
to make sure the key was still there. After crystal ball class, I was going to
muddle around the campus and take note on what everyone was doing and when a
good time to snoop around would be.
“Miss
Heal?” The professor brought me back from the land of daydreaming.
I
sat up straight, and tall. “Yes.” I answered without even knowing what he had
asked.
“Well?”
He stood still, his feet pointed outward making a V. “Can you tell us about
it?”
About
what? My nerves did summersaults on my stomach. I knew there was a reason I had never
gone to college. Being called on in class was my worst nightmare.
“Tell
us about how you found your crystal ball.” He paced back and forth waving his
hand in the air, never once looking at me.
With
what seemed like a waste of precious time, I hurried through the story of how I
had walked into Mystic Lights in Whispering Falls. Plus, I had no idea that I
was a spiritualist when Madame Torres picked me.
With
a few laughs and a smiling Madame Torres, class was over. With my back to Gus,
I wanted to make sure Madame Torres made it back into my bag without a love
connection.
“Wait.”
She begged, her eyes darted back and forth trying to see around my arm. But, I
stuck her deep in the bag and strapped it over my shoulder.
As
I gathered up my books, I heard some other students talk about getting lunch
and a few were going to the library. It was lunchtime and I bet a lot of
professors were also out eating.
“So
what do you think about all the craziness since you came.” Someone tapped on my
shoulder. I turned around to find Gus and his goofy half-cocked grin standing
behind me.
“Me?
Since I came?” I put my hand up to my chest. Why, all of a sudden, did they
think this started after I got here?
“Well,
I did find that note and all.” He shrugged and threw his crystal ball into his
back pack like it was a baseball. “Aren’t you a little old to be coming to school?”
“If
you must know,” I huffed. ( Old? When did twenty-five become old ?) “I had
no clue I was even psychic until a few months ago. So I came here for a few
days to learn
It
didn’t sound like a good ‘heard’ either. Professor Dunwoody, his name
was scribbled on the chalkboard behind him.
He
looked back down and started his pacing. His hands continued to wrap around one
another. “Go on, take a seat.”
I
should’ve looked to see what seats were available before I jumped at the first
one I came to. Madame Torres glowed a bright pink, and slightly rolled to the
left side of the table toward my tablemate.
When
I reached over to roll her back, I glanced up to see the person sitting next to
me.
Gus.
He
smiled. His crystal ball slightly rolled toward me and a man appeared in a
turban. His eyes locked eyes with Madame Torres.
“Oh
no you don’t.” I picked her up and placed her on my right side, out of sight of
Rico Sauvé. I couldn’t help but get the smooth singing Latino hunk out of my
mind when I noticed Gus’s crystal ball seemed to look a bit like a Latin lover.
Tan, dark, and handsome.
“She
was a little spitfire when I put her in your bag this morning.” Gus swung his
head to the right. His long blonde hair lay perfectly against his chiseled jaw
line. I didn’t realize the surfer dude look was still in. Nor did I ever
imagine a spiritualist to have such a look.
“Tell
me about it,” I groaned and rolled my eyes. I turned my attention toward the
professor.
He
rambled on about the history of crystal balls and how they chose you, not the
other way around. He talked about how obedient they were and accommodating.
He’d obviously never met Madame Torres.
Nothing
in my spiritual world was exactly like everyone else’s, but that was okay. I
was beginning to like my world. And that included Eloise. I felt my jean pocket
to make sure the key was still there. After crystal ball class, I was going to
muddle around the campus and take note on what everyone was doing and when a
good time to snoop around would be.
“Miss
Heal?” The professor brought me back from the land of daydreaming.
I
sat up straight, and tall. “Yes.” I answered without even knowing what he had
asked.
“Well?”
He stood still, his feet pointed outward making a V. “Can you tell us about
it?”
About
what? My nerves did summersaults on my stomach. I knew there was a reason I had never
gone to college. Being called on in class was my worst nightmare.
“Tell
us about how you found your crystal ball.” He paced back and forth waving his
hand in the air, never once looking at me.
With
what seemed like a waste of precious time, I hurried through the story of how I
had walked into Mystic Lights in Whispering Falls. Plus, I had no idea that I
was a spiritualist when Madame Torres picked me.
With
a few laughs and a smiling Madame Torres, class was over. With my back to Gus,
I wanted to make sure Madame Torres made it back into my bag without a love
connection.
“Wait.”
She begged, her eyes darted back and forth trying to see around my arm. But, I
stuck her deep in the bag and strapped it over my shoulder.
As
I gathered up my books, I heard some other students talk about getting lunch
and a few were going to the library. It was lunchtime and I bet a lot of
professors were also out eating.
“So
what do you think about all the craziness since you came.” Someone tapped on my
shoulder. I turned around to find Gus and his goofy half-cocked grin standing
behind me.
“Me?
Since I came?” I put my hand up to my chest. Why, all of a sudden, did they
think this started after I got here?
“Well,
I did find that note and all.” He shrugged and threw his crystal ball into his
back pack like it was a baseball. “Aren’t you a little old to be coming to school?”
“If
you must know,” I huffed. ( Old? When did twenty-five become old ?) “I had
no clue I was even psychic until a few months ago. So I came here for a few
days to learn
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