A witch's spell

This is flash fiction that I had to write for English class and I actually really enjoyed it. we had to write two to three pages and use ten vocabulary words we've learned so far. As well as we had to include all plot points, exposition, inciting incident, one rising action, climax and resolution. You'll also notice certain words are underlined, those are my chosen vocabulary words.

Tilla wipes sweat off her brow as she concentrates on the plant she’s trying to cast a growing spell on, once again hoping that maybe she can succeed, growing spells being basic magic. The scar on her forearm from a potion-making accident, starts to sting. Despite feeling quite quixotic , she pushes through the pain, concentrating harder, putting her determination into it. The plant on the table starts to grow and twist out of shape, cracking the pot it's in, writhing uncontrollably.
“Whoops.”
A ringing pings in her ears and her vision goes white, she feels the air get sucked out of her lungs and the world fades out.

When she awakens, she brushes herself off and picks her aching body up, going to a mirror to see the damage of yet another failure. She touches the burn from the blast on her cheek and winces. She gets a healing potion she recently purchased out of the cabinet and applies it to the burn, she sighs in relief as the potion instantly relieves some of her pain. She stares at herself in the mirror and lets her mind wander, thinking that this must be such a sisyphean effort, she can’t possibly envision herself being able to cast spells or brew potions. She decides to go for a stroll to clear her mind.

It is a saturnine walk through her neighborhood, watching the cars go by, controlled by their magic, the magic Tilla will never be able to control. She has a premonition something nearby will get injured, she just doesn’t know what. Then she hears the cry of a cat from an alleyway nearby. She finds that the alleyway is obstructed by a gate, she climbs over it, nicking her hand on the way down. When she walks down the alley she sees a black cat curled in the corner. She tries to get closer but the cat hisses and swats at her.
“Well that’s not very nice,” she mutters. Tilla looks closer and sees that the cat's leg is hurt really badly. Since she has no means of getting the cat to come with her she goes home to fetch a can of tuna.
“I’ll be back little one, wait for me,” she calls back to it while climbing back over the gate.

When she gets back with the tuna she sees the cat has managed to crawl to the dumpster and is sniffing around it, most likely searching for food. Tilla slowly shuffles over to the cat with the open can of tuna, attempting to galvanize him to come closer to her and gain his trust.
“Come on, you’re a cat, you should like this.” He hesitates and then scuttles forward, sniffing the tuna. The second the cat starts eating it, Tilla picks him up gently. “I think I’ll call you Jinx.”

A couple days after bringing Jinx home, he becomes really ill. Tilla can’t bring him to the vet in his condition and any vets willing to come to her house are on vacation. But she can’t let him die, because she has grown fond of this cat. She has to think of something. Nothing can deter her now. She collects what she needs, takes safety precautions and commences her work of casting a healing spell, a medium level spell.

After a couple minutes of nothing really happening, Tilla looks at her thin, shaking cat that was obviously once beautiful and starts to cry. She puts her hands gently on Jinx’s side, determined to heal him. She puts her love for this sweet creature into the spell, letting her tears fall on him. “Please let this work, please.” Then, as if a barrier was smashed, her fingers start to warm. She feels a surge of energy go through her. A flash of pink light illuminates the room. The light subsides and she blinks out the white spots from her eyes. Once she can see again she looks at Jinx and sees that his fur has filled out, he’s gained back the weight he lost and his leg has healed. Tilla feels a rush of energy and her mouth curls into a smile. She did it, she really did it. She’s not such a failure like she thought she was.