witches Prepare 3

Janey-Lou and fizi-lizi were bopping around Snugzzz’s living room. Both wore ra ra skirts, ankle socks and had dodgy hairdos. They had attached two microphones to the Wii. Suddenly the words came on the screen and they started to sing ….

“I come home in the morning light,
My mother says “When you gonna live your life right?”
Oh,mother,dear,
We’re not the fortunate ones,
And girls,
They wanna have fu-un.
Oh,girls,
Just wanna have fun.

The phone rings in the middle of the night,
My father yells “What you gonna do with your life?”
Oh,daddy,dear,
You know you’re still number one,
But girls,
They wanna have fu-un,
Oh,girls,just wanna have
That’s all they really want…..
Some fun…. “

666 sat upright in the chair not daring to move. He crossed and uncrossed his eyes to try and focus properly. He knew that deep fried pizza was a bad idea, it had given him nightmares.

Suddenly Snugzzz appeared at the door and screamed “TURN THAT OFF NOW AND GET DRESSED WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HALF WAY THERE BY NOW.”

Janey-Lou and Fizi-Lizi dropped their microphones like hot coals, they quickly donned their black capes and pulled the hoods up tying the string tight under their chins, making them look like a Jamican condom advert .

Soon Snugzzz being a serious witch and next in line for the job of High Priestess, had taken control of her entourage and was loading up the broomsticks ready for take off.

SusieQ-JaneNorman was busy sewing a Biba size 10 label into her little black tent, sorry dress. She just hoped that no one asked her psychology questions, she hadn’t got to that part of her social worker course yet.

Having been reluctantly pushed out of the chat room Envy Eyes, was being strapped on to the parcel shelf of Trouble’s broomstick. “No, no let me go I don’t want to go.” She managed to say before trouble gagged her with a tea towel.

Eyes of fire had one last Bacardi and coke, threw the glass on the ground and revved up her broomstick with as much energy as a hells angel warrior off on a rampage. Eyes shot forward and crashed into Trouble’s next door neighbour and flattened his head.
Trouble walked over to view the carnage “Oh no what have you done, he used to be a bounty hunter based in Columbia, all those drug lords and not one of them got him, trust you.”

Eyes shrugged, bent down riffled through his pockets and found a fiver. That was more than she got from the last bounty hunter so she was ready for a good night.

To be continued ………………..