"I can't speak anymore" I typed on her Ipad.
"Really, because you were yelling a lot last night when you were arrested" She crossed her arms.
I blew a piece of auburn hair out of my eyes. My hair was already changeing back. My roots were a bright blonde color and my head was killing me.
"I can't talk anymore, alright" I typed. My fingers beated against the touchscreen.
"Whatever is your cup of tea I guess" The muscular police women snarled at me and took a seat as my fingers patted on the screen.
That's what you're reading right now. My story or I guess I should say 'our' story because it's not just about me.
It also about some boys, a hobo, oh and a famous teenage girl. Who happens to look just like me, except for the hair.
And in the end it's all that witches fault.
I'm serious.
She is a witch.
Legit.
Like Magic spells and stuff.
Bibbidy bobbidy Boo and all that.
Now I'm locked up.
My friend is in a dog pound.
And I don't even know where everyone else is.
