Quill’s bottom lip quivered as she approached the front of the class. She pushed her glasses back onto her nose and opened her mouth, but all that came out was a faint squeak.
“We can’t hear you!” Quentin heckled.
“Quiet, Quentin,” Mrs. Quant warned.
Quill turned and glared at Quentin. Sparks flew, followed by a loud explosion. A garter snake appeared on Quentin’s chair, falling to the floor and slithering away. The kids and Mrs. Quant screamed and ran from the room.
“Cool,” Quill said quite quietly, impressed with her newly found powers. Her doormat days were over at last.