Everyone has their own special things they loathe with a passion. Mine was definitely my sister, but tonight at exactly twelve o'clock midnight, I found out the thing that Daniel despises. Danny found out that he hates a crazy, obsessed, stalking fan girl with pink, curly hair who walks up to his door at night and screams his name.
The thing that I hated the most about Popuri was that she only liked Danny for his looks. Danny is actually really nice, but it wasn't like she knew that! I thought she would have never come back because I was here, but alas, she came back.
Although this was supposed to be Danny's fight, I ran up to the door and opened it.
"Excuse me? Is Daniel here? He told me to come to his house any time tomorrow."
Was she crazy? I thought so. His house? His house?
"OK, first of all, nobody calls him Daniel, it is way too formal."
Popuri shrunk down to the size of an ant at every word I spoke; I tend to have this effect on mortals.
"Second, it is the middle of the night. It is technically the next day, but that doesn't give you the right to wake us up. I'm sure that Danny isn't too happy about this."
Popuri shivered in the cold night.
"And third… SCREW OFF!"
I slammed the door in her face and Danny immediately jumped. I heard Popuri's sobs grow fainter as she walked away back to her home.
"That was really evil of you," Danny noticed. I smiled at him, with my teeth and all.
"Thank you, Danny. I try my hardest."
Danny rolled his eyes and tried to get back to bed in our comfy little portal. I opened the portal of the cave into his bedroom, locked the portal, and fell asleep before my head even hit the pillow. Today had ended (or technically started, according to Popuri) very well. I needed to do that to people more often! It felt pretty good!
Ergergtr thy th yhyt nrhn
"Wake up, sunshine!" I yelled, banging pots and pans in his cave. I laughed to myself as he groaned and woke up. Even though I love him, I have to admit, he is pretty fun to mess with. Danny put his pillow over his head and mumbled.
"Just one more minute…"
He wanted just one more minute? I counted obnoxiously to sixty and yanked him out of bed. I was pretty strong for a lady my age!
"Witchie, how old are you?" he asked. My face turned red out of embarrassment and anger.
"I have told you one million times not to call me Witchie, and you should never ask a girl what their age is!"
"Who says I'm asking a girl?"
He performed his signature jerk-smirk, seeing he had won this fight, but he was wrong! I would end this fight.
I grabbed my wand from the bed stand and looked it over. Which spell should I do? I was in the middle of thinking of a despicable plan for revenge on Danny, when he picked up his wand and I started suffocating.
"Ha-ha, I've got your nose!" Between his thumb and pointer finger, he clenched my nose proudly, holding it above my reach. I breathed through my mouth for the time being. I chased him around the room for my nose, and never ran more in my life. Danny must be used to running by now, because he has had to run away from people a lot in his life.
"You do have my nose, and I caught a cold yesterday. Ah-choo!"
I was so evil. Green snot shot out of my nose, and Danny dropped it in disgust. He was always messy and untidy, but this was too much for him. He dropped my nose, and I got a nosebleed.
"Hey!" I yelled, determined to get my nose back before anything else happened to it. I scrambled towards my nose, and since Danny was too busy bathing in my hand gel, he didn't even care. I attached my nose back on, and thought of something to do to Danny.
Oh my goodness, I had a great idea.
I turned to the page in my spell book, and found exactly what I was looking for. The page I turned to was actually pretty infamous so I was sure Danny had heard of it.
"You called me a man, right?" I smiled at him, trying as hard as I could to contain my laughter.
"Well, you're certainly not a girl. Why do you ask?"
I began my chant.
Daniel, my Daniel, makes me hurl. Please oh please, make him a girl!
Yup, I was evil.
I cackled in despicable delight as his transformation began. He changed into a girl, and even his clothes changed. I laughed at my masterpiece, wiped a tear from my eye, and shouted-
"You know, I don't see any difference!"
At my comment, Daniel scrunched up his face.
"Damn that page 32…"
I giggled, and he turned to his spell book to page 32 to change himself back to normal. He changed himself back and quickly looked down at his chest, sighing in relief when he saw that it was back to a male body.
"Danny, you still look the same as before."
"Shut up!" he yelled, walking into the portal and locking the way in. I had made him very, very upset. The laugh had been worth it, though, and I was proud. I waited in my house waiting for him to come out of the portal, but he never did. I looked at the clock from my potion, glancing up. An hour had passed.
It suddenly occurred to me that he could be doing something bad. He could be chopping his arm off, or even worse, eating all of the rainbow curry.
"Danny, you open this portal right now young man!"
He had permanently locked it for five hours, so I could not open it myself. What he would do with himself all alone for five hours, I had no idea.
"Sorry, mother."
I blushed. I didn't want to be his mom, and he was very well aware of this fact. He finally opened the door, and I found beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
"What do you want, Witchie?"
"What were you doing in there?"
I could tell he didn't want to answer. My piercing violet eyes stared right into his soul. He blushed and looked away. What was going on with him?
"Um… boy stuff," he whispered.
"You are not old enough to have these urges, Daniel Clawscrape! You and any other boy who does this are truly and utterly disgusting!"
His green eyes grew really huge, and he shook his head.
"No, I didn't do THAT boy stuff!" Danny said, looking away.
"So, you didn't mast-"
"NO!"
