![]() ![]() I reached out and touched one with my index finger. Pieces of glass from the shattered side mirror floated by my head. Connor, the driver, let the bike drop to the pavement as he crawled his way off it. So slow that I easily stepped out of its way as it moved past. The motorcycle skidded my way in slow motion. Tires screeched across asphalt and my hands instinctively flew up, bracing for the impact. I stepped off the curb and realized too late that I hadn’t looked first. Ah, schoolwide amnesia, the first happy thought of my day. ![]() If it didn’t, maybe Laila could zap the whole school with amnesia. If luck were on my side, the winter holiday that began as soon as I exited the parking lot would make people forget. I could almost handle conversations stopping dead when I entered a room. The day had been horrible, matching perfectly with the rest of my first week back to school since the whole Duke’s-a-huge-jerk-who-had-been-using-me revelation. ![]() My car sat on the far side of the parking lot, and I couldn’t get to it fast enough. ![]()
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