"Up." Why wasn't it moving? It HAD to move before she could FLY. And Jennifer HAD to fly. She glared at the old school broom. Very old school broom. She wanted to stamp on it. Cursethestupidruleaboutfirstiesnothavingtheirownbr oom. It this was really her OWN broom, it would obey her every command and move UP.

"UP!" she growled loudly, glaring at the MEAN broom that wouldn't do what she said. Jen felt the anger rise up inside her. Everyone else's brooms were moving. Most of them, anyway. She poked it with her toe. Stupid broom. Now, WORK.

"UP, WOOODY!" Jenny begged. Yup, that did it. New name. "Good, Woody."