"I CAN'T DO IT, NOTHING IS HAPPENING." Alison said frustrated. She had been staring at that pencil for ages, waiting for 'these witch abilities' to appear. It was pointless, there was no way that pencil was going to move, she was wasting time. A lot of it, just sat in this creepy house, on a creepy sofa, intently stare at the yellow pencil on the coffee table.
"Focus." Esther said.
"Ugh! I am! This is just impossible." She groaned out, throwing her hand in the air and placing them through her hair, tugging at it.
"Nothing is impossible, you just have to concentrate." But she was concentrating, more than she had ever done in her life and she had been through a lot, but somehow this pencil was defeating her ability to be patient.
