"Bee!" shrieked Jennifer with a touch of both terror and awe in her voice.
"Put me down NOW!!! You know what a fright heights give me!"
"Relax Jen, we'll be fine! Just hang on tight; I've been practicing this trick for a whole hour." CRASH, THUMP, SMASH, PLOOP. Sprawled flat out on the tall grass, Jennifer glared at her best friend, who had recently acquired her dream of possessing witches' powers by accidentally falling into a magic circle of powerful witches. Needless to say she was anything but witch material, with short straw-colored hair, a dumpy figure, and the coordination of an intoxicated pickle. Learning how to control these new powers of hers was a long and painstaking process, literally.
"Sheesh Jenny, don't look so puckery; with me around your face might just freeze that way," Bee cried out with a laugh. Jennifer rolled her eyes.
"The things that I put up with! Honestly, how am I ever to become an accountant if I DIE? Think, Bee! For goodness sakes, what good are powers if they're always ATTACKING you?"
"Yea, well I admit that I need a bit of brushing up, but just think of the good we could do for mankind! Honestly, you're so narrow-minded. These powers of mine could open a whole world of new possibilities, especially when it comes to putting that cheeseball-brain of a bully Mandy in her place. Think of it: snake hair, rabbit ears, warts, broccoli armpits! With me on the case anything is possible!"
"Oh stop it," Jennifer giggled. "I admit the idea is appealing, but we would need a lot of time to plan it. No need to endanger anyone."
"Well then come on! No need to waste time in this so-called 'prairie rehab,'" Bee frowned, pointing to a rather obnoxious yellowed sign. "That's the best excuse not to mow I've seen in a while,"she giggled under her breath. "Well, hop on!" With that Bee thrust Jennifer on the back of her broom and was high in the sky after only a single dip into the pond.
"Relax Jen, we'll be fine! Just hang on tight; I've been practicing this trick for a whole hour." CRASH, THUMP, SMASH, PLOOP. Sprawled flat out on the tall grass, Jennifer glared at her best friend, who had recently acquired her dream of possessing witches' powers by accidentally falling into a magic circle of powerful witches. Needless to say she was anything but witch material, with short straw-colored hair, a dumpy figure, and the coordination of an intoxicated pickle. Learning how to control these new powers of hers was a long and painstaking process, literally.
"Sheesh Jenny, don't look so puckery; with me around your face might just freeze that way," Bee cried out with a laugh. Jennifer rolled her eyes.
"The things that I put up with! Honestly, how am I ever to become an accountant if I DIE? Think, Bee! For goodness sakes, what good are powers if they're always ATTACKING you?"
"Yea, well I admit that I need a bit of brushing up, but just think of the good we could do for mankind! Honestly, you're so narrow-minded. These powers of mine could open a whole world of new possibilities, especially when it comes to putting that cheeseball-brain of a bully Mandy in her place. Think of it: snake hair, rabbit ears, warts, broccoli armpits! With me on the case anything is possible!"
"Oh stop it," Jennifer giggled. "I admit the idea is appealing, but we would need a lot of time to plan it. No need to endanger anyone."
"Well then come on! No need to waste time in this so-called 'prairie rehab,'" Bee frowned, pointing to a rather obnoxious yellowed sign. "That's the best excuse not to mow I've seen in a while,"she giggled under her breath. "Well, hop on!" With that Bee thrust Jennifer on the back of her broom and was high in the sky after only a single dip into the pond.