"We've been itching to find a way to curse that freak of a sister of yours. What we want you to do is simple. Just get a lock of her hair and give it to us. That's all," Sarah said. "With that, we can cast any kind of spell on her."
"You want to curse my sister? Why? Just because she's not popular like you and wants to dress like a Barbie doll? I mean, yeah, it's all really extreme, her wearing all that pink and dying her hair blond and everything. But that's not a reason to curse her," Jon said, trying to defend Zoe.
"Fine, you don't want to do it? Then I guess Melissa here will cast a spell on you."
"Wait!" Jon yelled, holding up his hands. Sarah and her closest friends were notorious for their spells. Some were harmless yet embarrassing, but others ... well, let's just say that Jon was better off helping them out. He often wondered why no one tried to stop them. "Fine. I'll do it," he said, dejectedly.
Sarah and her Goth friends smiled. "Good. Now off with ya. I'll be expecting Zoe's lock of hair in an hour. So you better get to it."
With that, Jon headed back to his house.
