Jessica started mopping the floor with the boiling water ignoring the bubbles and replacing the image of that princess with algebraic formulas she was learning in school. "You useless, slut!" Shrieked Mrs.Flamel snatching the bucket which she never realized to be there, until she was dipping the cloth on the floor. The 'A' which she was imaging as the cloth she was mopping with turned into Mrs.Flamel's ugly face directed at her and the bucket of boiling water ready to be smashed on her. That time Jessica looked at Mrs. Flamel's face more clearly in order to realize how ugly she was with all those forest trees like hair sliding from here and there making her look like a slut herself. " How the bloody hell did this bucket heat up?" asked Mrs.Flamel waking almost the whole neighborhood to get back to their workplace quick enough. Jessica looked at her again hoping the revenge of last night's even to be ready on her face.

•"I dunno!" said Jessica as she noticed Mr.Flamel striding towards the scene. "Bloody hell, woman! Will you ever stop screaming? My flask of ruddy flower just broke." "Never mind, honey. But look at this slut , boiled a bucket of hot water and planning to melt the floor." "I am saying I dunno how it started boiling!" said Jessica in defense to save few parts of her skin from burning. "Just shut your bloody mouth, girl. Throw the bucket at her. That would teach her how to mop the floor without melting the house properly." shrieked Mr.Flamel reaching the coffee table for the daily news. Mrs.Flamel raised the bucket of hot water, ready to smash it on Jessica who shielded herself with her hand. Closing her eyes from burning. But it didn't wet her. The bucket of hot water started boiling more doubling the heat of its surface.

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•Mrs.Flamel couldn't handle the heat anymore and in haste let go of the bucket full of boiling water in turn on her feet. A H! what a great sight it was to see her sitting on the floor in pain as her screaming might have caused an earthquake in Scotland judging by the sudden stillness of outside apart from Mrs.Flamel moaning in pain. Jessica didn't really want to help her to her feet but her heart couldn't just ignore it. If people are harsh to her, she can't be harsh to them. But as she raised a hand to help her up, Mr.Flamel came out of nowhere to express love for his moaning wife. Actually it quite did the opposite. In hustle to compete with Jessica and be the first person get her awfully beautiful wife up, his steps slipped because of the boiling water on the floor which was still emitting bubbles in the floor and banged on his wife's body. •"You fatty squeaky woman! You bitch, why are you that bloody heavy. I always tell you to eat little amount of potatoes, ." shrieked Mr.Flamel as Jessica forced a hand to help them up. " how dare you show your stinky face, yet again?" said Mrs.Flamel pointing at Jessica. "Don't you dare touch us?" Jessica lowered her hand. She wanted to see them in worse state than that. Cursing this in her mind, she went out of the house. Rage steaming in her mind like the boiling water still bubbling on the floor. She wanted go away. Far away from that horrible house and never return again. But she had no shelter. Who would take her? She rushed towards her favorite spot in the forest. The bank of the river she often came to drink water at night.