leroy maclin

Witchita R Forreal could hold a grudge. That’s not such a good thing for a witch. Well, not a good thing for you, perhaps, if you get on her bad side.

And the boys in her class did just that, over and over again, year after year after year. Efrem was the latest in a long list of class clowns, bullies and other transgressors that felt Witchita’s wrath.

Now Efram was alone. He missed his house, his room, his Mom and actually being at school, if you can believe that.

But Witchita didn’t stop at just taking out her grudge on bad boys. She was influencing the whole town.

It would take a coven of witches to stop her.