“No, seriously, you made my day.” Hippie Girl plunged into a mope.
“Oh?” Jioni replied. The sudden switch in emotions made the atmosphere of the van feel cold. A puzzled expression fell across Jioni’s face.
“Yes,” Hippie Girl said. She mellowed down. Her face was back to normal, and her shoulders slumped. She twiddled with her thumbs and looked straight down at the bed. “Some dark forces are totally against me, Jioni.”
“Um, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Jioni asked.
Hippie Girl said nothing. She would fight with herself to keep a straight face, then suddenly frown. A single tear streamed down her cheek, then multiple, and the next thing Jioni knew, Hippie Girl was sobbing. Her crying muffled as she attempted not to make any sound. She shrunk into the fetal position.
Confusion sat on Jioni’s face; how was she able to switch emotions so quickly? Was it because of the sticker; she couldn’t have been that emotional over a sticker. But it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility for Ms. Crazy. Crazy or not, she was genuinely distraught, and her eyes begged for sympathy. Jioni’s heart sunk for her; she grabbed Hippie Girl’s cup of tea and handed it to her, helping her sit upright. The steam started to fade, leaving a lukewarm cup.
“No negative auras in the van,” Jioni said awkwardly.
