Lorraine
"Focus. Slowly... Good." Abby praised.
"Good? I don't feel like it was very good." I frowned, staring at the notepad Abby had instructed me to move - not throw - on the desk. It wobbled a little and moved maybe half an inch, hardly worth any praise.
"Think of yourself like a toddler. If I hand you a glass full of milk, you are sure to spill it all over. But with practice, you'll drink it and not spill it." She smiled.
"It's just hard to think of this as success when just last week I leveled a building." I sighed.
"Accuracy, not power, is our focus this week." She reminded me. "Take the day to practice, mess with your mates again." She winked, just before disappearing.
I huffed but began trying to carefully move some small objects. Pens, pencils, sticky notes. Some went
