“Audi dewy dumbella”

“Why does that sound like the chant from child’s play? Do you even know what you’re doing”

“Ha I was just kidding, can you google it again for me?”

Maggie rolled her eyes. She took out her iphone allowing it to futuristically scan the features of her face until it unlocked with a click. She proceeded to google.

“How do you spell summoning? Never mind I got it.”

We sat on the ground, took hands and closed our eyes. We began reciting the spell in whispers. The room felt like it was closing in but I needed this to work or else my social life would be over forever. So we kept repeating the lines with eyes tightly shut.

On about the fourth go around I felt a burst of wind blow out the candles that flickered around us. I could smell the trail of smoke carrying the wax from the floor to my nostrils. I scrunched open one eye to take a tiny peek. Dumbfounded I was staring directly at what looked like a pair of size 3 Mary Janes.

I shook Maggie profusely and together we stared in awe, puzzled and speechless.

“You summoned me?”

“Well.. Um..who.. who are you?” Maggie stuttered.

“I am the ruler of the underworld, the devil? You know? Lucifer. You can call me Lucy for short.”

I didn’t really think about what to expect the devil to show up as. Something terrifying I guess. Anything but an 8 year old girl in pigtails. I figured if I had to sell my soul to exact revenge on the cheer squad I would need strong back up. Like a tall dark figure, with uh crooked horns, snarly teeth and sharp claws.

“So you summoned me here, what’s your trouble? I don’t have all day guys.”

Maggie looked at me to speak, like we were a tag team.

I sighed and said.

“Okay. Here’s our trouble. The other day we tried out for cheerleading. Well Maggie made the squad, but I didn’t. The head cheer leader failed me because she was jealous. Her boyfriend stared at me the whole time at try outs. As if it’s my fault she’s insecure. I would make a great cheerleader. I feel so wronged it hurts. Not to mention my herkie was the straightest there, no offense mags. You see I’ve been training since middle school. I’ve won medals in gymnastics. Anyways, so I was wondering if you could like I don’t know take care of her for me?”

“Take care of her? I’m not a hit man, but alright”

Lucy paused as she licked her rainbow lollipop. She snapped her fingers and a stack of papers piling nearly 3 feet high magically appeared in front of her.

“In order to move forward with your request you’ll have to sign every page of this contract.”

“Every page” I whimpered.

“Yes. And just so you know there’s no guarantee you’ll get a square deal from me and you’re going to hell either way. So do you have a pen?”