Chapter 29 Distraction

"It's not my fault!" I half shouted, coughing through billows of white exhaust. When it cleared, Issac's face was red and the anger he had seemed to be directed straight for me.

"Well technically it is! You ruined my shirt," He whined, glaring at me. There was now a huge piece of his shirt missing now that it's been scorched off. Tossing him the fire extinguisher I sighed and sat down, my energy depleting quickly.