XVI - to trick a bell

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I was going to find Adam and his group of NPC friends again today, but they are nowhere to be seen. I scan the hall for my other best friends.

Lily is hanging upside down from the ceiling like a bat. No thank you...

Zac and Donna seem to be cuddling in the corner. And they're sitting on a llama.

Hmph, well, maybe I should have more than four friends anyway. I'll just have to look around for someone who appears to be worthy of my time.

Ooh, that seated girl over there looks, like, totes adorbs. And she's sitting alone. Easy prey.

I do a barrel roll over to her and shout at her face.

"HI! MY NAME IS SUNITA. YOU'RE MINE NOW."

She clears her human throat and prepares to speak. Formal. "I am Trixabelle. Hear me for I have spoken."

I blink at her in silence for ten minutes. "Good morning, Trixabelle." I rummage through my school bag and pull out my good morning bell. I shake it at her and do a dance. "Trixabelle, good morning."

"Can I hold your bell?" she asks innocently. "As God is my witness, I would love to hold it in my tender hands."

"Sure!" I hand it over.

Trixabelle tricks my bell.

She throws it out the window, resulting in a large shattering sound. Thousands of crows and ravens flood into the hall. Everyone screams and runs away, with Trixabelle cackling.

"Pointless dialogue!" she screeches. "That encounter literally never had to happen! I could have just punched a hole in the window instead!"

Oh my gosh, what a foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach! She tricks me, I trick her heart rate. I grab a bird from the air and stab her in the heart with its beak. However, she just transforms into a murder of crows and flaps in all directions to confuse me.

There is a mushroom on the ground.

I jump around trying to catch the birds, but I have no idea where Trixabelle is. I can hear her menacing laughter fill the hall. I try to zap them with energy blasts from my magical hands, just to remind the audience that I am really a witch, but it's no use. Soon, the birds clear out and I am left alone after the flurry of feathers.

Shocked, I walk like a zombie to my next class. Apparently, in the confusion, I missed the school bell, and everyone is at their lessons already. I wonder what Mrs Nightcast will have to say about me...


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