We sat down, and I tried again, but nothing else happened. No more sparks, loud pops, or flashes of light.
“I don’t understand. I did it; why can’t I do it again?”
“Maybe you’re pushing yourself too hard? Rhonda held her back like sitting on the ground was uncomfortable.
“Rhonda’s right. We should go inside. We can try again tomorrow.” Rhett groaned as he stood and flexed his leg.
“We’re giving up?” I stood and glared at him.
“No, but we’re not getting much further today. My leg hurts, and you still need to study that book. I know you're excited to do magic, but we didn’t risk everything to get it for you to sit outside and try to make sparks with your hands.” He went back inside, and I stomped behind him. My *ss was numb, and my mind was frazzled.
St*p*d Rhett, making sense with log
