Monday morning came, and after class Jasmine told Mr. Hanks she did the spell with no questions asked.
"Wow, I'm so glad you performed it without calling me. I was shocked and I thought something had happened to you."
"I just hope my wish comes true."
"You didn't look back right?"
"No I didn't, I followed your instructions clearly. I did not turn around after I put the seeds in the river. I just walked off."
"Good because if you looked back, that would of ruin your wish."
"I know."
"So do you think it will work?"
"Did you perform the spell correctly?"
"Yeah."
"Than you wait and see."
"I hope so because I want that dummy dead."
Mr. Hanks just smirked and got up from his seat. "You have a great evening Jasmine. See you tomorrow, and stay put. I'm sure it will all work out."
"Thanks Mr. Hanks."
Jasmine felt something choking in her sleep. Is it a dream? Is it a nightmare? The choking pressure was heavy and she could not breath. It felt real to her. When she opened her eyes quickly, and saw the dummy on top of her stomache.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME."
The dummy spoke in a whispering tone. "You trying to kill me, but you can't."
"I want you to die," she said, throwing the dummy down onto the floor.
"But you can't," the dummy said, running out of her room.
Jasmine ran after the dummy, and he vanished. She looked over it around her house, but it disappeared somewhere.
"I thought that mutha fucka was dead," she said to herself.
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