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"Hi Elena."
"Hello."
"What's wrong?"
"How'd you guess?"
"Because you're never subdued when you talk to me."
"Oh."
"So...confess."
"Boys in my grade were talking about a kid named Logan."
"And?"
"There's no one at our school named Logan."
"Okay..."
"Moron, they were talking about you!"
"Why should I care?"
"Because, how do they know you?"
"I play a sport for your school...?"
"Really? What sport?"
"Guess."
"Hint."
"Why?"
"Cause I don't really know you?"
"Okay, well...who were the boys?"
"I don't know. I just know that they are in my grade."
"Okay...so, you know my age?"
"Sure...?"
"Yes, the same age as you idiot."
"Oh..okay. Isn't that irrelavent though?"
"Well, technically no. You said you don't know much about me. But you know a couple things."
"Alright, fine. I know you a little bit."
"You've probably heard of me more than you think."
"You think so?"
"Likely."
"Okay, so I assume a popular sport?"
"Yeah, kinda."
"Do you have cheerleaders?"
"On and off."
"Oh...okay. I don't know."
"Really?"
"I don't play sports."
"What do you do?"
"Paint."
"Oh, that sounds pleasant."
"It's peaceful."
"Well, my sport is for boys and girls."
"Okay, so not baseball or wrestling."
"Correct, in our school."
"Okay..."
"Any actual guesses?"
"Football."
"Haha, you're funny...no."
"You sound like you'd be a good football player."
"How does somebody sound good at something?"
"I don't know...you sound proud and strong."
"Yeah...strong."
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"Whatever."
"Whatever forever?"
"Yeah..."
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Magic Tricks
Short StoryInspired by Waffle Cones. ◾▫◾▫◾ "Hello, this is-" "Can I have a root beer float?" "Excuse me?" "Yeah, you heard me." "I'm sorry, but, this is Split Beans Coffee...?" "Precisely." A/N: More details in first chapter...
