❝Master of puppets, I'm pulling your stringsTwisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream❞
♛
"Jesus Christ, Johara!" Grams exclaimed as she emerged from her house, just dodging a a stray flame.
"Sorry, Grams!" Jo sheepishly apologised.
Grams shook her head, moving to take a seat beside Carlisle and Esme who sat at the table on the porch and watched their adoptive children try to quite literally teach Jo to play with fire.
"You need to focus, Johara," Alice chastised.
Jo groaned, flailing her arms around as sweat glistened in her brow despite the cold Forks temperatures.
"I'm trying!" She whined in defence, "Nothing's working!"
"Jo," Edward called from where he sat, perched on one of the lower hanging branches of a nearby tree, "Come over here for a second."
Jo sighed and trudged toward him, her shoulders slightly hunched forwards and her feet dragging behind her. The girl was so exhausted, she felt utterly defeated.
Edward hopped down from his branch, the ground shaking ever so slightly as he landed. Jo didn't bat an eye, having grown used to it after all these weeks of knowing the vampire family.
"What's going on?" He asked, pulling her off to the side while the others conversed with Grams and pretended to enjoy the cookies she'd made for them, "Fire should come naturally for you. You're probably one of the most angry humans I've ever come across,"
"What does my anger have to do with anything?" She questioned shortly, not in the mood for Edward's riddles.
The bronze-haired vamp rolled his eyes.
"You seriously haven't gotten in yet?" He remarked incredulously, "The best way to harness the full potential of your abilities is to channel your emotions—"
"You might want to get that, Jo!" Alice called out, cutting Edward off.
Jo furrowed her brows, looking around in confusion.
"Get what?"
Before Edward could answer, Jo's phone rang.
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