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“More old buildings,” Emily complained.”Kill me know, who cares? You’re throwing shade on my life.”
“Emily,” her mother warned, “I’ve had it up to here with your behaviour on our vacation. You’re sixteen-years-old and this is probably one of the last vacations you’ll take with your family, so suck it up. At least for Trudy.”
Trudy grinned at Emily adoringly. She loved her big sister.
“Greetings visitors,” A man dressed from the sixteen-hundreds approached the family.” How dost thou like our village?”
“I hate it,” cried Emily. “If I had superpowers, I’d burn it down.”
“Art thou a witch?” The man asked Emily.
“More like a b#%*h,” her mom said. “Sorry that just popped out.”
“Worry not,” said the man winking at Emily’s Mom, “We have ways of dealing with either. We call it a ducking chair. If you survive being drowned girl, than we will know you’re not a witch.”
“What?” Emily shrieked as two me grabbed her from behind. Taking down the chair they fastened her in to it. The man whispered to Emily’s mother who only grinned.
“Have thou anything to say?” the man asked. “Before we drown thee?”
“I hate you, I hate you all.” Then the chair was dunked in the water.
Emily was scared. It had been a couple of minutes and her lungs were bursting, when the chair was pulled up out if the water.
“Has thou anything to say now?” Asked the man.
“No nothing,” she screamed, choking up water.
“Very well,” said the man shaking his head. The chair started to move into the water, but she shrieked.
“Okay. I give up. I’m sorry I don’t mean to make this vacation so miserable. I just want to be with my friends this summer. And I hate all the historical stuff we’re seeing, it’s all the same after a while. I don’t mean to be a b$&@h but I have a boyfriend I haven’t seen in four-weeks, and I’m missing all the summer fun my friends are having. I’m afraid my friend Ruth, will seduce my boyfriend.”
“Ah so the truth comes out. Very well. Thou can go free, but respect thou mother as God himself said.” The man said.
Emily was unbuckled from the chair and soaking wet ran to hug her Mom and Trudy. “I’m so sorry,” she said again.
Overtop of Emily’s head, Emily’s mother smiled her thanks to the actor working in the village. He nodded and grinned.
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