MIVIA~

Ew.

Ew ew ew.

Dora the Witch had placed us in what she called her "luxury room."

In other words, the dungeon. It was so icky. No comment needed on the interior design. Come on, even jail cells should have at least some WALLPAPER, right? And some chairs and a table or something? Right? RIGHT?!

A guard was there, marching rhythmically outside of our cell. It was Jarren, that guy from my class that I somehow managed to escape. He threw me dirty looks every now and then, which I returned by sticking my tongue out.

"Stop flirting with Baked Beans and help me figure a way out of here." Kylie grumbled. My face heated up.

"No secret plans allowed." Jarren growled and poked his spear through the bars of the jail cell. In a flash of sassiness and savage-ness, I grapped the spear and yanked it through the cell. I hit him on the head, knocking him out.

Blood began to pour out of the gash on his head.

"What did I do....?!" I wailed.

"Shut up and pick the stupid lock!" Kylie screamed. "Or I'll do it for you!"

I continued to scream and cry into my hands, mourning my terrible life.

Jarren died (i think?), and a purple stalk of asparagus with wings flew in, singing "Silver Bells." The asparagus picked him up and flew off.

I sniffled and unclipped my bobby pin and jiggled it around in the keyhole. I felt a click, and the door swung open.

Well, with Jarren gone (?) and the door wide open, there was only one thing to do.

RUN!

"Not so fast, brats."

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