Young Writers Society

Emile blinked, eyes wide.

“...hOW ARE YOU GUYS EVEN HERE-“

Harriet sat in a corner as she watched things unfold. Everything was happening really fast and she could barely keep track of the things that were happening. She was also starting to get quite hungry. Perhaps it was time to look for some food.

Athena was starting to get a headache as more people appeared. She was sorely tempted to silence everybody and create order, but she didn't want them to be scared of her or her wand.

She was also starting to get hungry, and Harriet was looking the same. Athena crossed the room and nudged both her and Kuzon.

"I'm starting to get a headache," she muttered to them. "Let's go to the kitchen and see if we can find anything to eat."

Dally and Johnny gave Emile an awkward shrug, "Hey, I mean it's good to be alive again. Look at Hammy- he got shot by Mr. Burr and he's still here somehow..." Johnny laughed.

"Now that's a plan I will get behind," said Harriet smiling, "shall we storm this kitchen then?"

She held her trident out in front, hoping that the action came of as funny and not silly.

“How about we walk in calmly and try not to make a mess?” Ana said as she flounced past Harriet.

“...Wow... that is... really interesting. I didn’t think people could be reincarnated like that...”

Emile felt like he was dreaming. Was he dreaming? At this point, he didn’t even know.

"Why raid the kitchen when we can just wish for food?" Johnny asked. "Can we have a buffet of all our preferences?" Johnny asked to the ceiling, "Uhm, please?" A large, long dining table appeared in front of them full of all of their favorite meals.
Dally ran over excitedly, "BON APPETEETEE!" He yelled, sitting down in front of a plate with huge hamburgers and fries old-fashioned-Dairy Queen style. Johnny sat down next to him with a similar meal.

“I want lager.” Alexander said as he looked up at the ceiling. A giant, frothing mug of lager showed up in his hand. “Amazing.” He breathed..and chugged it down.

Ana, being as agile as she was, had climbed to the top of the giant chrome fridge and claimed herself the ‘Queen of Chilled Produce’.

Emile gasped in surprise.

“Oh WOW!” he exclaimed, sitting down near the two, looking at his meal. It all looked so delicious, and he hadn’t eaten since his lunch break. He naturally began to eat up.

"Nwow thish ish a mweal," Dally, looked up, his face stuffed with french fries. Johnny nodded, ketchup outlining his mouth.
"I fwogot waht it wasth like to eath," he agreed. "thish ish goodth."