The Hot Chocolate Machine

I'm alive today, but my best friend is not. Alas, I have brought my Ouija Board to tell the tale. Skylee, are you there? ''Yes. I will tell my tale with you. ''(Italics will be the spirit talking through the board and normal text will be the alive character.)

I would start this tale with the classic "It was an average day in Jamaa," but that is not correct. It was NOT an average day.

''You're right, Taylor. By the way, you forgot to mention that I was spending the night at your house.''

Oh. Right. Sorry, Sky.

We woke up at 7 AM sharp to an animal outside, screaming that he'd fixed the Hot Cocoa Machine and it now served even better cocoa without breaking.

''A Winter day, Taylor, it was a Winter day. Of course, that means we were both very excited to try some.''

Skylee's right, we were both practically shaking. She almost bolted out the door instantly, but I reminded her that she'd just woken up and she was still in yesterday's clothes, her hair was all ratty, and she wasn't wearing winter gear.

Excuse you, Tay, your hair was even worse than mine and you were in the same position as me!

Psshh, Skylee, did you even look in a mirror? Anyways, I convinced her to change and brush her hair with me so we could help each other with snow gear.

WIP