Jurra's eyes widened and she started to laugh, then she bit her tongue as her mind swirled for an excuse to get away from him. “Nice trick. Do you guys do that to all of the freshmen?”
The boys eyes showed his shock, but Jurra tried to keep her expression guarded. “What do you mean?” He asked.
“Your with the drama kids, right? Putting on a little freshman prank. Coo-dos, you actually got me for a second there.”
She pushed forward, and let herself feel relieved when the boy stepped back to let her pass. As she hurried towards room 99 again, she hoped that the door would be unlocked. It was, and she pushed it open, smiling at the other students that had already come in and chosen seats.
She sat at a seat near the back of the classroom. Normally, she would have chosen a corner seat where she would not have people on all sides of her, but the classroom was set up in a circle, all of the desks pointing towards the center to form a little stage.
Already, she could feel the furtive glances that the handful of people in the room were shooting at her, but she barely noticed them as her thoughts swirled, the strange boy giving her ideas she almost couldn't bare to consider.
Before she could do anything, her whirling thoughts pulled her backwards, to the day she last saw her parents.
*
Two pairs of wings, one violet and one red, were visible over the couch were Jurra's mom and dad were laying, talking quietly about something that they obviously didn't want to be overheard about.
Finally, one sat up, his eyes going straight to the place were Jurra was sitting on the stairs,a book in her lap and a couple notebooks scattered around her feet.
“Jurra, dear, are you packed?” The man asked. Jurra's head raised, but her eyes remained glued to the book as she finished her paragraph.
When her eyes finally rose, she smiled at the violet winged man. “Dad, I packed yesterday.” Her dad smiled, a twinkle filling his eye. “I meant your clothes, not your books.”
Jurra laughed along with her mother and father.
Later, as she gave them a quick hug before they left for the store, a strange, almost sad glint had replaced the twinkle in her father's eye. But he still smiled at her. “We'll be back in a minute.” He had said. “Then we can head out to your Aunt's house.
She had been immersed in her book again when the door bell rang. Thinking her parents must be playing another trick on her, she got up and answered it, a coy smile on her lips. When she realized it wasn't her parents, she forced her wings to vanish almost immediately, and with them went her smile.
*
A year had passed since that, and during that year, she had realized that her parents couldn't have been going to the store, because they wouldn't have been on the road where the drunk driver had hit them. It was possible that they had been going to see someone. Maybe...
She quickly pushed the thoughts away. One silly fairy claiming to be her brother shouldn't make her question her parents reasons. At least, not that way.
She heard the bell ringing and it pulled her back into the classroom. Her eyes were drawn to the teachers desk, but there was still no one seated there. Instead, her eyes roamed the class, taking in each of the faces that were trying, and failing to sneak glances at her without her knowledge.
She counted three faint shimmers, signs of other fairies in the classroom. It didn't surprise her that there were so many. The reason her aunt had moved here is because of the “fairy activity.”
