“This room looks like a tornado hit it!” exclaimed the girl’s mother. “You will not be going to the Halloween party tonight if I don’t see a major improvement beforehand.”
The girl flinched when her mom slammed the door. Then she slipped the paper out from her pocket and read the Cleaning Spell. The witch had given it to her earlier that day, but not without a promise in return.
It’s the first day of school and Mom drops you off at the entrance. Once you find your room and sit down at your desk, you notice your shoes are not a matched pair.