My friends call me delusional, but I know the truth: the girl in my 10:10 bio class likes me back. All she needs is that little push, y’know? So I got a candle from Target, some yarn from Michael’s, and some spices from the dumpster behind Qawah.
I laid it all on my desk, pentagram formation and everything, and then, I checked the time: 9:50. I couldn’t miss seeing her; I’d worked on my seductive smile all week. So, I grabbed my backpack and ran to Klarman Hall.
When I got back to my room, it was all gone–all of it, can you imagine? Weeks and weeks of work, ten dollars, all down the drain. All that was left of my hopes and dreams was a little white slip telling me I needed to pay the $50 fine for having a candle.
I swear, if I had done the ritual, she would be all over me right now. My friends say she doesn’t like girls, but hey, a little magic can solve anything, right?
