Chapter 2: Chapter 1

A chilly winter morning in New York City.  A morning just like any other, really. School then horror movies and by command of my mother homework ugh.  Whoever invented homework should go die in a hole. That's what I think some people have different opinions. Anyway as Blossom, Brooke, and I were walking to my house we were trying to decide what to do when we got there.Obviously homework uugghh but after that what we agreed on ouija board.  So as soon as our homework was done we broke out the ouija board.  Now we knew ghosts weren't real- at least that's what we were told, but we didn't think that. So we asked our question. And we were answered.