Teresa“They are not tricks,” the boy said sharply, still looking at his hands. “It’s called magic?”“Magic?” I repeated after him.He didn’t respond. Instead, he backed me, stretching his hand to the leaves of the big tree before us. The leaves began to rustle on their own with no wind present. I glanced back sharply, just to be sure of what I was seeing. There was no wind anywhere, but the leaves were moving. “Are you the one doing that?” I asked the boy. He didn’t respond.So, I took a step towards him and tapped his shoulder. He flinched.“Awwn,” he cried, turning sharply, the leaves going silent in an instant. I covered my mouth to stifle a gasp, unable to resist my eyes from widening. My gaze went from the boy to the leaves overhead, then to the boy.“You call this magic?” I pointed at the leaves over his head. A small leaf fell on his head, and he brushed it off angrily, but he didn’t reply.“I’m Kaela,” I stretched my hands towards the boy, who was already beginning to see m
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