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AMITY AND BOSHCA WERE LEANING against their lockers. Amity was reading a book kas Boscha was looking at her nails.
Boscha made her nails look like tentacles. "Too wiggly..." She scoffed. She changed them to fire. "Too obvious," She groaned. She then changed her nails to look like talons. "Now we're talkin'! I think today is a talons day - Rawr!"
"Hey girls!" Skara smiled as she walked over. Boscha and Amity stopped what they were doing and put their attention on Skara. "Time to bug out at my birthday party! Invite only, but you witches are my VIP's!" She handed them a red butterfly invitation that read 'Skara's 15th.'
"Are these made of real insect wings?" Amity asked as she looked at it.
"My dad spared no expense! You only turn fifteen once!" Skara squealed to her friends, admiring the invitations.
"You only turn every age once Skara..." Boscha deapanned, placing a hand on her hip.
"Prepare thyself to do battle like a human! Thumb war!!" Luz exclaimed as she and Willow did a thumb war. Ember was the referee and was busy reading a book.
Willow laughed, "It's funny cause it's stupid!"
"It's so weird that humans go here now. Too bad they've already burned their social life at the stake." Boscha's invitation turned pink and the pink started to melt off. "Any friend of Willow's is an automatic dork. Ugh! Skara! Why did you give me an invite that was molting? Gross! Give me another one." Boscha tossed it away.
"An invitation to Skara's party! I want it!" A kid said as they started to ran to it. Another kid came and pushed the other kid away from the invitation. They started to fight over the invitation.
"Kid fight!"
"Kid fight?"
"Kid fight!"
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"OH MY GOSH, WILLOW," Ember exclaimed happily.
"I'm so excited for photo class!" Luz grinned, looping her arm with Ember's.
"I can't believe you can make pictures of your actual memories," Ember said, tickling her locker to get one of her school books.
