Putting the Skills to the Test
Abbey sat on an outcrop of rock at the top of the cliff over looking the ocean. It was in fact over 50 feet from the edge, which was quite close enough for Abbey. She had a fear of cliff tops, which must have come from Mom telling her not to go near the edge. The dull overcast sky, which had so matched her mood, was slowly being replaced by heavy black clouds and a strong wind as a storm built up. It was invigorating to feel the wind on her body. She wasn’t cold; in fact she couldn’t remember ever feeling really too cold—or, for that matter, too hot. The ozone in the air smelled good, and her mood was lifting. She felt a lot better.
As the clouds boiled above her, Abbey released her Hair from its prison cell of the hat, and like a puppy unleashed in the par
