Get a Grip, Hads. (Vik)

[Hadley Roarke]

'Focus. Focus all your energy.' Hadley took a deep breath and closed her eyes. The heat was there, like always. She stayed a toasty 105 most of the time. And she had a lot of energy most days. So why was this so hard? She tightened her eyes. "Come on. You can do this. Get it together, Roarke." All of her energy was concentrated into her palms. There was no reason for her not to have fire.

She thought of James. Fuel to the fire, if you will. She thought of Riley, and how seeing him made her happy. Her life here was great. Positive energy. That was what she needed. She didn't want to depend on negative energy anymore. "And... fire." Her palms flexed, but nothing happened. Was she not meant to hone her skill? Was it just something she had to live with? Five years and she still couldn't make it appear at will, not without a lot of adrenaline. "Damn. This is impossible." She groaned and kicked the floor.

All she wanted to do was get better at her gift. Maybe get a job here. Then get her brother. Was that too much to ask? But no, her body was so hard headed. It pissed her off how hard she was struggling. Did anyone else have this problem? "Dammit!" She hit the ground with her fist and flames sparked from her hand. "Oh, of course." Hadley plopped on the ground and put her head in her hands. "Why do I suck so bad?"