A dull pencil is greater than the sharpest memory. - an English proverb
The door flung open startling me awake.
“Young lady, if I have to tell you one more time to get up, you’re going to be grounded! Honestly, Zoe, it’s like you don’t even care about tonight!”
I hoisted myself out of bed, and threw on some jeans and t-shirt. I headed downstairs and collapsed onto a barstool at the kitchen counter. The words “Happy Birthday!” were singed into my toast. Who does that? It was finally my sixteenth birthday, and my mother was beside herself with glee. She zipped around the kitchen, attending to no less than seven different bowls in various stages of preparation.
“Zoe, are you going to spend some time practicing today?”
“It never hurts to practice a little.”
“Mom…” I took an enormous bite of my toast and glared. “You’ve gone over the initiation ritual with me like a million times. The truth is that I don’t have to do anything. I need to say about four lines at the right time, and the rest is mag… And the rest is easy.”
The lights in the room dimmed, then surged. Bailey groaned. Even asleep, the dog could sense the energy shift.