Avi Shine was acting strange today. Quieter, somehow, even surrounded by a dozen kids clamoring for his attention throughout recess. A few times, Elchanan had even felt that uneasy prickle down
his back, as if he was being watched — even in class, where Avi usually spent his time alternately looking smug, bored, or self-satisfied. What was up with him?
Elchanan leaned back in his seat, stretching casually, and slowly turned his head until Avi’s profile came into view. Just as he’d suspected: The class genius was staring out the window, eyes unfocused. Something was seriously wrong with the kid today.
Avi shifted in his seat and suddenly turned to look straight at Elchanan. Their eyes locked for a moment, Avi’s light-green, wide eyes meeting Elchanan’s brown. For a moment, Avi looked surprised, embarrassed even, to be caught in the act. Then he straightened his shoulders slightly and raised a condescending eyebrow.
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