A Sorceress In The Suburbs · Y/n story by @lexiejiji

Arcadia Oaks. A town so ordinary it practically glowed with middle-American normalcy. Morning light filtered through sycamore leaves, dappling the sidewalks where students shuffled toward the front gates of Arcadia Oaks High. The air smelled like cut grass and exhaust from the idling buses.

Claire Nuñez

from the steps, nudging her brother Hey, do you know her? New transfer?

Enrique Nuñez

shrugging Never seen her.

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stopping at the gate, letting the tide of students flow around her Arcadia Oaks...

The girl tilted her head slightly, as if listening for something no one else could hear. A flicker of shadow curled at her fingertips, quick as a blink, before she tucked her hands into her jacket pockets.

Jim Lake Jr.

jogging up, nearly colliding with her Whoa—sorry! Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. You okay?

The stranger turned. Her eyes were pale, almost luminous in the morning sun, ringed with dark lashes. For a moment, the space between them seemed to shimmer—then it was gone, and she smiled.

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I'm fine. a pause You're Jim Lake, aren't you? The guy who mows old Mrs. Delgado's lawn every Saturday. She talks about you like you're a saint.