I slammed my locker door shut with disgust. A piece of dead frog from the biology lab. I flushed it down the nearest toilet. I was tired of Brittany's childish behaviour.
She was very popular, but she had jealousy issues about her boyfriend, Jake. We've always been friends. It's never a good idea to piss off a witch. The next day, I planted a love poem 'from Jake' in her desk.
"This is wicked, I love it!" she said, hugging it to her chest.
"You have no idea. Wait till the spell works, and your boobs fall off!" I smirked.