Why Me?
She looked around the room, then suddenly at me. She flashed her wicked lipstick smile and I knew I wasn't in for a treat. She glared at me with her beady eyes and I knew she had picked me. I scanned the room, searching for a place to get out, I couldn't. I was stuck here with this wicked witch. Her wispy gray hair crawled in front of her wrinkled face. She frowned, stuck it
back behind her ear and turned her attention back to me. Her bright dress twisted as she bent down to look at me. "You can do a job for me" she wheezed. I held down the vomit which had emerged into my throat from her reeking breath. A voice howled inside of me, "no, please no!"
I closed my eyes and wished this day had never even started, I thought of being home in my nice warm bed again. I opened my eyes and she was standing there, staring at me again. She stood up and straightened her wrinkled dress. She beckoned me with her witchy finger, her nail gleaming in the sunlight. I gulped, then stood up and followed her, thinking about which horrible job she was going to give me. Her ugly heels clicked and clacked as she led me in to the hallway, my friends mouthed good luck to me as I exited the room, shaking with uncontainable fear. She lead me to a room at the very end of the hallway, I imagined a big dark room with lots of spooky equipment and shivered, I was freaking myself out, she wouldn't make me do anything that bad. We walked into the room and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a small box like room, with a desk and computer. She trecked into the narrow wooden wardrobe and came back with a mop and a bucket of water. My heart sank. "Get mopping" she growled. She strolled out of the room, and the last thing I heard was an evil cackle. Frustrated, I grabbed the mop, and got to work, but the whole time one thought lingered in my mind.
Why me?
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