Door No 11

A Challenge

The Group

"I can't believe it's come to this, guys," Violet sighed. She rolled up her sleeves so her tee shirt became a tank top.

"It hasn't," Mike reminded her. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in that typical Mike Teavee-fashion.

"This is completely ridiculous," she said, grabbing one of her legs and stretching. She was super flexible and liked to brag about it as much as she could by showing off crazy yoga poses she could twist herself into and sitting in them while they were all trying to enjoy the fricking movie on TV.

"Then why are you doing it?" Mike called out.

She switched legs, freakishly stretching the other. "Because you dared me."

"We didn't dare you to do anything, idiot," Mike huffed, and looked to the three other less-idiot people standing in a line with him. "Did you dare her?"He asked the others.

"I just wanted another mug of hot chocolate," Gus lamented.

Veruca was in the trademark Mike Teavee pose, only with the added flair of shifting her weight onto one foot. She sighed and a puff of cold tumbled into the air. She was like a pink dragon, wrapped up in her fur coat and peach-colored sweater.

Charlie shrugged his lumberjack plaid coat closer to himself. "Isn't she cold?" He asked to the rest, and his voice was the only warm thing about this whole . . .situation?

"I'm fired up for this!" Violet cried out as she trudges out further into the snow-covered front yard, ruining the purity of the freshly fallen stuff. She shouted, "Let's do this thing!"

Mike groaned because it was now evident that this was really happening and they'd have to stand out in this blizzard for another ten minutes so Violet can get her kicks and do about a hundred push-ups in the snow.