Jacob's POV
Eight Years ago…
"Hey, Jacob, quit spacing off and pass the ball," my friend called out to me. No, my best friend called out to me. looking about, we were playing by the stream. An adult would have told us to stop playing from there,, but the rules seemed loose on our small group. I threw the ball to him although it soared to him with no strength at all and landed at his feet, "What the matter?"
He asked, picking up the ball that had only fallen at his feet instead of making the whole trip. We sat by the water and I got ready to talk to him. We hadn't spoken about much in a while… there wasn't much to talk about. Everything was great. My powers had finally worked out and I was having a blast being able to catch up with the rest in magic, but something else was troubling me now.
"Isaac, am I… short-tempered?" I asked the boy.
