Stop The Drama

     I fix my bonnet and flatten my dress, grabbing my basket of clothes. I pass by my father, exchanging a warm smile and walk outside to hang the array of clothing onto the crisscrossing strings around the front of our cozy little home. Recently tensions have been high, since there has been a ludicrous witch hunt happening all around our village. So many girls have been screaming out and accusing others of being witches, and the officials of our village have been sentencing anyone they deem guilty, to hanging.

     A few of my friends have been extremely anxious about this entire ruckus, frightened that they'll be next, since it's mostly the teenage girls being "outed" as witches. I proposed that we stay as loyal to each other and come up with a plan to flee the village as soon as possible, since they sentence anyone who claims that they were seen doing witchcraft, with or without proof.

     After stretching out and picking up my empty basket, I start heading into my house to start my next set of chores. That's when the entire sky goes pitch black. Screams ring out as strong beams of light start shooting at buildings and houses, and strong winds start knocking things over. Cattle and other animals start yelling out into a frenzy alerting all the other people to one person.

     She's extremely tall, for a woman-human, meeting eye-to-eye with some of our own leaders. She has these glitzy, ugly, revealing clothes on with all of these mix-matched colors. Her hair is out, and tied back with a large glimmering ribbon of some sort. She stands in the midst of all of us, with her hands on her hips, and a extremely demonic grin going from ear to ear. Her jewelry is punctured into her ears and her clothes are reflective, even in the dark. I stare, breathless at the creature before me.

     "It's a witch!" someone cried out.

     "Kill her! We need to rid her from the village!" another yells. The crowds of men start picking up whatever weapon they could muster and start inching closer to her. The monster looks around, in slight confusion, then starts moving her body in strange directions, which I presume is a satanic ritual dance.

     "Heyeveryoneit'sjojowelcomebacktojojo'sjuicewhereeverysinglewednesdayianswerabunchofquestionsandthenpourjuiceonmyheadcurrently" the monster yells out, her voice distorting while saying the words of her chant so fast that I can barely keep up. Suddenly the ground starts shaking and the men coming towards her start slowly dissipating into the air. Screams of women in the village cry out, as they also start to disappear. I see my friend Eleanor sprint to me, and grab my hands running in the opposite direction. Our hurried breaths are the only thing cutting the thickening silence of the forest we retreat into.

     "Eleanor, what are we going to do? Our friends...our family" I cry as I cover my face in my hands. She brusquely grabs my hands and shakes me around.

     "We cannot cry yet! We still aren't safe from that demon. So please Alethea, stay strong!" she yells, snapping me out of my fit of fear. I take a deep breath and nod, getting up, ready to start running again. She gasps and points back into the direction of our village, where a huge tornado is there, absorbing trees and other things into it's windy wake. I hear this strange combinations of voices, and what sounds like singing back from the woods.

      "I don't really care about what they say I'mma come back like a boomerang Won't let the haters get their way I'mma come back like a boomerang Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah Ooh, ooh, whoa, ah I'mma come back like a boomerang" I listen to her sing, and slowly become drawn to the glowing entity. I feel a hand grab mine and drag me away. I can't stop myself from slowly whispering the words "I'll come back like a boomerang" over and over again, in which Eleanor tells me to shut up.

     After more running we enter a clearing in the forest and pause to catch our breath. There we see a small dog, with a small ribbon tied to a few strands of it's hair. Eleanor coos as the dog, but I stay wary of it. The dog stops walking and sits down.

     "Mortals, bow down to my mother. Jojo Siwa" it says. I scream out as the blond haired monster emerges from the sky in a pink frenzy, with several other small dogs appearing behind. I fall as Eleanor runs away, leaving me behind. I keep trying to get up and run away but she catches up to me and grabs my dress and drags me back, further away.

     "Eleanor! Eleanor please help me!" I scream, but Eleanor is already sprinting away, too far to hear me. I see several dogs chase after her soon after. I try to wrangle free from the monsters grasp but she has an iron grip on my arms, stronger than any man I've ever seen in my village. She gets really close to my face, so close to my face that I can smell her fruity breath and whispers three words.

     "Stop the drama."