Jordan sighed as the seriousness of the situation was not being given the full attention that it deserved. He didn’t want to be paraded around and inspected like some new toy Sara had brought to class. Jordan looked at the teen and stomped his foot on the tabletop as he glared up at Sara.
“Just a second,” Sara said, stopping her conversation. “I can still see you.” She said as she lowered her hand towards Jordan. But instead of allowing him to climb onto her hand, she bent her finger backward in a flick-like motion.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, let’s talk about this. Maybe I was a bit hasty.” Jordan tried to eke out, but Sara’s finger was already moving forward. He tried to outrun her finger, but his new body was much too slow. Sara’s finger knocks him forwards.
Jordan could tell but the strength of the blow she was being quite gentle. As he had felt much stronger hits from. But the action sent him skidding along the table. As he came to a rest, he turned over, spotting Maisy staring down at him with her hand just inches from blanketing him. Maisy’s warm hand rests on top of him for a moment when he hears the bell ring.
“Everyone in their seats.” Jordan hears a powerful voice state as the door slams shut. Instantly Maisy pulls her hand away and starts getting her class materials out.
“Jordan! stop playing around and get over here.” Sara scolded. “I want you right in front of me this time.” Sara continued as she pulled out her own materials.
Jordan rolled his eyes as he picked himself up. He wanted to comment that he was only over here because of her antics. But he thought better of making such a remark.
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