[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams, Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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I hear her voice and turn towards it, my eyes locking on her blue orbs. I blink a couple of times before my brain processes what she just said. [color=F0A06B]“Aren’t you supposed to be a psychic?”[/color] The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them, but she had already thought I was someone else… [i]Ugh, this is going to be another dead end.[/i] My mind spins, trying to think of the next steps, what else I could do to help my parents get justice. Sweat is beading on my forehead again as the familiar nausea that came with the hopelessness I’ve felt this week hit me hard. 

[color=F0A06B]“Sorry,”[/color] I manage to say. [color=F0A06B]“I… I didn’t mean it like that.”[/color] Using the back of my hand, I wipe my forehead in an attempt to try and not look like I’m falling apart completely. My eyes start to fill with tears of frustration and I look away, not wanting the girl to see them.