Hello? Hellloooo? Something wasn't right.

Hello? Hellloooo? Something wasn't right. There was nothing obviously wrong and I don't believe in heeby jeeby spider sense but something inside me was pulsing *danger*. I stepped

rhythmically through the silent (and abandoned?) discotheque, basking in my limber years and searching for my long-lost blue Qiana shirt. But then I heard the scratching of vinyl

and needle. Mysterious "Beat Boxing" emanated from the speakers. They were doing "The Running Man!" I'd been duped into thinking this was a discotheque and not a "club" my dance m

& Ms spilled out of my pocket. Thankfully they were individually wrapped. As I scrambled on the floor, people thought I lost a contact while I shouted at them how discos and clubs

I scrabbled around the floor, gathering their little crushed bodies, putting them back in the M&Ms packet so they'd feel safe. But it was no use - they were lifeless. I'd never buy

jumping beans again. Just the idea of having something else's life in my hands makes me grow cold. I can not be responsible for something I know nothing about. Life. It's just too

fragile! I wrung my hands in sheer angst. Oops. I opened my hands again. They were blood-covered. I'd killed it. Guilty. I started to tremble. I was both cold and scared. My hands

were weapons I could not control. Everything I touched, I killed. I must find the witch and apologize so that she will reverse the spell! I ran crying through the forest, shouting

"Look, I'm sorry! Just fix me and we can get back to our regular lives! We can-" But before I could finish, I collapsed. "You brought this on yourself," said the witch, "Goodbye."