A/N: "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." -MAYA ANGELOU

Simon and the Wither, as written by my 11 year old sister.

Chapter 12

The Wither was at 1 quarter health but felt stronger than ever. As they were taking the last few swings it threw some poison ball or something and BANG! Again Jenna was down, but he couldn't take the last swing without her!

He waited for what seemed to be forever but finally saw her and then on the count of 3 they took the last swing together!

And now he was sitting in the chair in his room looking at…at…Jenna!

"So did it work?" Jenna typed.

"Yep it sure did!" Simon responded, "and I'm back in my desk chair!"

Please favourite and review! All reviews will be screened by me before being passed on, but please be kind! Reviews would mean the world to her! And for those who think the story needs to be better... it's written by an 11 year old. Read it with the respect and critical judgment it deserves.

Thank you to all who followed and read this story all the way through! I hope to use this experience to get my sister to write more. :)