This is the continuation from last week’s story…
After their mother vanished, Sharise began to panic. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she kept repeating.
Meanwhile, Sasha was calmer than usual. She placed a hand on Sharise’s shoulder. “Relax, I know a way out.”
Sharise stared at her sister. “What?”
“Grandmother told me once about our family. I didn’t believe her but I guess mother’d just proven it.” Sharise blinked, confused and anxious. “We’re witches. Come on, take my hand and we’ll get out of here.”
“Are you sure it’ll work?” Sasha nodded. Sharise closed her eyes and imitated Sasha. “From this boat please take us home.” They repeated the phrase and it wasn’t until the third time when they felt change.
The sisters opened their eyes and found themselves sitting on solid ground. “We did it.” Sasha said proudly.
Sharise coughed. “Just one problem, THIS IS NOT HOME!”
“I got us off that boat, didn’t I?”
“And you brought us to this park with ducks, boo hoo.”
“Well, if you’re so clever, you can find your own way home.” Sasha stormed off.