When We Were Magic by Sarah Gailey (novels to read txt) 📗
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But she doesn’t usually do it that way—instead, she’s spent hours perfecting techniques and making videos to teach strangers on the internet how to achieve the things that she can do without thinking. She’s been working on it since middle school, when she first realized that she could change her lip color without lifting a finger.
I’ll never forget when she showed Roya and me what she could do, behind the school administration building during lunch one day. We were in sixth grade, and she was just starting to cross the line with Roya and me—the line between friends and best friends. She told Roya her secret first, and then, when Roya vouched for me, she told me what she could do. We asked if we could see. She asked us if we could really keep secrets, like for real, and we all pinky-swore, and then she lifted her fingers and twitched them and turned Roya’s hair pink.
I’ll never forget the uncertainty in her eyes in the moment before Roya and I started falling over each other to reveal our own secrets. I’ll never forget the feeling that we’d unlocked something together, the three of us—some secret to friendship and teenagedom and grown-upness. Maryam has worked tirelessly since that day to perfect her control of her powers—and to make sure that she doesn’t need them to pursue her passion. She’s one of the only people I know who’s always had a plan for what she’s going to do with her life. She’s the kind of person who you can tell is going to be a big deal someday.
After we part ways at the end of class, I notice that my manicure is restored. I didn’t even feel her do it. There’s a tiny black heart on each sparkling nail—a little thing to make me smile all morning, so long as I don’t think about Josh’s heart when I look at my hands. That’s Maryam for you. She’s an amazing friend, and I realize: part of me was worried that I’d lose her over Josh. I don’t know how I ever could have doubted her, even in the scared part of me that doesn’t want to be left alone. She would never bail over a guy.
Even a dead one.
I don’t see any of the girls again until lunch. We text between classes, but it’s still a relief to find them all crowded around our usual table. I think some part of me was expecting them to be gone. To have left me behind to deal with what I’ve done and whatever it is that I’m becoming.
But of course they would never do that. Of course they’re still here, and they’ve still saved me a seat.
I watch them from the burrito line. Roya is devouring a pile of cold pasta salad, holding her hair back into a ponytail with one hand and shoveling carbohydrates into her mouth with the other. By the time I get to the table with my foil-wrapped burrito, she’ll have finished her pasta, and I’ll have to defend the first half of my lunch from her appetite. Paulie has a thick sandwich, half of which she’s already passed to Marcelina. Iris is squeezing a ketchup packet out all over the top of a pile of soggy cafeteria french fries—her defense mechanism against Roya, who won’t eat them if they’re already contaminated. Maryam is ignoring her boxed salad in favor of adjusting Iris’s eyeliner to be curlier at the inside corners. Her brow is furrowed and she’s saying something in that quiet I’m-right-next-to-your-eyeball way she talks when she’s doing makeup, and Iris is pursing her lips.
I can quote the conversation by heart: Maryam is trying to get Iris to let her experiment with contouring, and Iris is responding that she won’t cover her freckles. And Maryam is saying that there are ways to accentuate the freckles while still highlighting the bone structure, and Iris is saying that she wants her freckles to show exactly as they are because she worked so damn hard to love them and now they’re her favorite thing about herself, and Maryam is saying that she knows, and then they’re starting all over again.
Except that Maryam looks a little more animated than usual, and Iris is a little more gentle. Usually, Maryam leaves a lot of space for Iris to be opinionated and stubborn—no small sacrifice, given how opinionated and stubborn Maryam is on her own. But right now it looks like she’s pushing harder than usual, and I know Iris well enough to know what it looks like when she bites her tongue.
If I had to guess, I’d say that Iris is giving quarter because she feels guilty for our failure this morning. And Maryam is pushing her, trying to make her feel like everything’s okay. Like everything’s normal. Just like this morning in class, when she tried to make me feel like everything was normal.
Maybe I’m overthinking things. But then again, maybe I’m not. Maybe I should stop worrying about overthinking things and just trust that I know my friends better than anyone should know anyone.
Paulie spots me and waves, and I wave back, pissing off the burrito-lady, who has to ask me twice if I want bean-and-cheese or chicken. “Chicken, thanks,” I say, even though we both know that there won’t be any chicken in there. The school burritos are beans, rice, and tortilla—filling enough that I can sacrifice the last few bites to Roya, cheap enough that
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