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"Come, come, my dearies come to get my sweets come, come, my dearies to become what you pretend to be!" A witch stood next to the table, whispering the spell over and over, as she grabbed a vial. The purple liquid glows out, as she grins. Looking over the table, and grabbing the bowl of sweets. She opens the vial, and turns it, but rather than a liquid fall on it, the liquid changes to a gas, and slowly settles on it. "Come, come, my dearies," she whispers, as her doorbell rang in the silent house. "Guess it's time," she says, grabbing the bowl, and walking to the door. Three people stood there, teens as they were, grinning, and holdi

As a child I wanted to be many things. At first I wanted to be a policeman because of my father. He patrols the neighbourhood, busting drunk drivers. However, I didn't know that at first and just assumed he fired his gun at balaclava-donning robbers, like the cop shows on television. Regardless, I still respect what he does and as long as it pays the bills I'm not complaining. Later I wanted to be a zoo keeper. I liked animals as a child and I bought plenty of books just to identify each one. At various stages of my childhood I also wanted to be a daredevil pilot, a firefighter, and an astronaut (because everyone else has wanted to be one).