Deep breath in. Ok, now lift the ball up. Deep breath out. Ok, now take careful aim. Deep breath in. Bend my knees and arms and check that I'm actually aiming for the hoop. Savannah squinted in the bright light, wishing not for the first time that she had put on a hat, or sunglasses, or maybe tied up her hair before going outside to practise shooting. Any one of those things would have made concentrating that much easier. She was the Goal Attack for her netball team, so it was important she got her skills back up to scratch before the season started. It wasn't even supposed to be hot today, for goodness sakes. It was forecast 18 degrees, partially cloudy, but here she was, and it was freaking 33 degrees and very sunny. I'd like to put the weather people out here in this heat and have them tell me it's cloudy and cold, she thought irritably. Ok, now, concentrate on the task at hand. Deep breath out and PUSH! and can that ball go in can it please please go in oh come on it's almost in and I've tried this like 50 times already, chances are it has to go it soon so could it maybe go in now? PLEASE GO IN IN IN IN IN IN IN IN! The ball seemed to give her a cheeky almost-smile as it rolled around and around and around-

"UUUUURGH!" Savannah screeched, as it fell off the edge, but in the wrong direction.

Still looking as if it were smirking at her, the netball bounced down and came to rest at the base of her red and white converses. She bent down to pick it up, sky blue painted nails clicking against the rubbery surface in sharp contrast to the limp locks of sweaty auburn hair that she wished that she had tied up- and all at once, it seemed that all her frustration, all her disgust, and all of her overwhelming anger at the stupid ball was pulling, pulling as she stretched out and riiiiiiiiiiiiiped the walls in her way. She had put so much effort in, she had practiced every day this week for practically an hour, she had worked so hard and promised herself she would get this one in- because, could you believe her luck, she must have thrown thousands of times and how many times had her shots gone in? Why, NO FREAKING TIMES YET! Through the rip she drew pure light substance, so bright, so bright, and it burned her eyes to see it, burned her skin to touch it, and burned with all her disgust and anger, burned like the hottest fire in existence and no heat could be this hot, no fire could be this bright- then she gasped. Savannah stared in disbelief at the charred flakes on her fingertips that had been her netball a few moments ago. She stood there for a moment, stunned, until finally she fled back inside, hair streaming behind her as she sprinted away from there, as she dashed to go anywhere that wasn't where the impossible had occurred. Her eyes watered from the heat and light that was never there and her smudged and sooty hands were marked with debris that could not exist, whilst she ran, whilst the blackened ash drifted slowly downwards.