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Jowee's Pov

Of course, Mari, being the NICE girl she is, started talking to Wilfre. If I was her, I would've punched him in the face. Well, do you blame me? He's EVIL, but Mari doesn't see that. Wilfre pretty much destroyed our town and then took color from the whole dang world! Gah! What is Mari's problem!?

Wilfre started the carpet…thingy. "Ready everybody?"

"Yup!" Mari chirped.

"No." I grumbled.

Wilfre ignored me and started the carpet by yelling swear words at it. Like "WORK YOU DUMB ***" and "YOU FREAKING *****, START!" Wow, this guy's style is sorta frightening.

I rolled my eyes and looked at Mari. She was giggling into her hand. SHE'S ENJOYING THIS?! You know, I'm not very happy with her at this moment.

Mari finally calmed down. Wilfre was still yelling at the carpet when Mari told him to stop. "Let me try." She said.

I groaned. "If that didn't work, nothing can Mari."

She glared at me. "Why don't you just let me try?"

"Fine!"

"FINE!" Mari then started coaxing it, and I snorted. How in the world is bribing a carpet going to make it work? It's magic, it's supposed to do what you say, not ignore you.

But then, the carpet slowly started lifting itself up. Mari sat back down, but now, she was sitting on the other side of Wilfre. If I'm right, she's ignoring me. Man, what did I do? Gawsh, girls these days.

For 10 agonizing minutes, Mari and Wilfre talked about this sport called curling. I watched it once on TV and it was so boring I threw the Tv remote at it. Heather had came in and was pretty upset that I had gotten hurt. But then she saw the TV. She started yelling at me. Hey, everyone gets mad once in a while. But usually she doesn't get that mad.

Finally we were there. I grinned, happy to not be listening any longer of the boring sport called curling. The carpet slid to a stop, and I jumped off before I got rug burns. So did Mari. But, unfortunately (not really), Wilfre couldn't get up as fast due to his old age, so he fell headfirst and got lots of rug burns. I clapped with glee, but Mari shot me with a strong glare, so I stopped. Man, I look mean in my body. Heh heh.

Wilfre struggled to get up, and Mari helped him onto his feet. I rolled my eyes and tapped my foot on the ground impatiently. "Are we going to go into this creepy old cabin or what?" I said.

The log cabin was so old and grimy, the logs appeared to be stuck with cobwebs and dust. I shuddered.

Mari looked at Wilfre and me wearily. "Are you sure this is not a deserted cabin?"

Wilfre waved the idea off with his hand. "Really? I can remember where the old lady's house is."

"Are you sure about that?" A creepy voice came behind us. We all turned around quickly and another log cabin stood before us. It was very nice, kinda like a Victorian house, but in log style.

The old lady laughed. She didn't look like a witch at all. Her gray hair was in a bun, and she had on very bright and cheery clothes. She looked like she baked cookies or something. The only indication she was a witch was her 'Be Careful, You're by a Witch!' pin on her pink apron and her voice was creepy.

"Uh, hi?" I tried.

OMG I'M SO SORRY! I have been busy with my other stories and my dad grounded me from the computer on weekdays because my algebra grade, is, uh, like a D? But it's break so, yeah.

Good? I personally think this chapter was horrible. Not one of my best work, but oh well. REVIEW PLEASE! Please? ^^