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Note: This is 100% fiction!
“Erg!” My sister screams and stomps out of the house. “This is a disaster!” She had just found out the florist is having problems delivering the flowers for the wedding. “Why isn’t anything going right?”
“Calm down,” I say, exhausted.
My sister spins around and comes one inch to my face. “No, I will not calm down. Don’t you know how important this wedding is to me?”
“Of course, I do,” I turn away, at least you made the effort of getting rid of that green tint. I took her hands, “Of course I do.” I sigh and paste a smile on my face. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”
She sighs. “Fine,” and yanks her hands away, “I’m going for a walk. You, fix this.”
It looks as though no one wants to see the Wicked Witch of the East get married because I must have made a dozen phone calls to florists and as soon as they realizes who the flowers are for, they hang up. As I’m prepared to make the 13th phone call, the doorbell rings.
I groan, “how many times do I have to tell you? Bring your keys!”
The doorbell keeps ringing, forcing me to get out of my chair and answer. My cranky neighbor, Mrs. Franklin, stands on the other side of the threshold. “Mrs. Franklin, hi,”
“Your sister is out of control!” She shrieks. I frown. “She turned my Baby…” She steps away, revealing Baby, her large golden retriever, turned to stone.
“It’s not possible, I took away her power. Are you sure it’s her, Mrs. Franklin?”
Mrs. Franklin places her hand on her hip. “What do you think I am? 80?”