“Where are you going?" my mom demanded. She had been on my back for over a week, and we had been fighting constantly. Ever since the abilities test at the Eola she had been not only harder on me but actually mean. And she had never been mean before. She felt humiliated by my lack of progress with my magic and believed that I had let the family down. She wasn't entirely wrong. I wasn't living up to my potential and it was unacceptable. But I was determined to set things right, if only she would give me a chance. I had been practicing on my own every day, multiple times a day and was really beginning to understand and gain control over my powers. Carson had been amazing through it all. He understood the pressure I was under and felt insanely guilty over my lack of focus the past few weeks. B
