"Hey guys, guess what I bought this weekend" Emily said walking over to us. "What" I sighed, "A witchcraft place down the road sold me this" Emily said dramatically, gesturing to the white, metal stick in her hand. "We don't care about your stupid stick" I told her.
"Oh, I think you will, Tony" Emily replied ominously, "It's a binding rod" she said, "What?" I asked, "It makes it so anything said by the people holding it, has to happen" Emily answered.
"That's stupid, that stick can't to anything more then look pretty" I told her, frustrated. "I don't think so, you see if I say something like... How about we have a six way running race, first to the tree becomes a sexy girl, second becomes the girls right boob, third is the girls left boob, fourth is the girls bra, fifth is the girls vagina and sixth is the girls boxers" Emily said, laughing hysterically.
Suddenly I got very worried, not because of the race proposal but because of the mental condition Emily seemed to be in. I had heard somewhere that people who are mad need to be humored and eventually proven wrong, I guessed that's what we'd have to do.
"Fine" I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why would we go in your stupid race, Emily" said Maddison sarcastically, "Whether you think I'm crazy or not, I've already declared the conditions of the race, it's literally bound to happen" Emily snapped back as I gave Maddison and John both elbows to there waists.
Everybody soon agrees to have a race, "As a girl, the boys are probably gonna beat me" I hear Maddison say as we line up in a row at the starting line. Taking a deep breath I prepared to start running.