Halloween Party Pooper: A Short Story

Halloween Party Pooper Is Halloween really worth spending hours upon hours getting ready and walking door to door just for candy? Well, by personal experience, going trick or treating is not worth the outcome by any means. -- I was ten minutes away from finishing my mime makeup before heading over to my friend, Emily, to go trick or treating. As I made the triangular shape around my eye with black eye makeup, my hand shook vigorously due to my nerves. I did not know why I was so nervous, but I knew that I befouled my makeup. So I had to wash that section of my face off with some noxious soap and water, and use my really expensive white base makeup again. The makeup I used for this costume cost more than a huge box of candy from Costco. It …show more content…
“NO. COME HOME NOW.” I soon realized I had brought my key with me. “Mommy! I have my key, you guys can go, and I'll come home when I can.” I tried to compromise with her. “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO EAT? WHO WILL LOOK AFTER YOU?” she was worried at this point. “I'll eat the extra soup and I can look after myself, I'm not five.” I said, annoyed to the fact where my mom thinks I'd need a babysitter. She didn't say anything, but hung up the phone. Before I wanted to head home, Emily and I went to a couple more houses. As we were walking back, my other friends called. “Chelsea! Where are you?” they asked bluntly. “I'm near Tecumseh.” I stated. “CAN WE JOIN YOU?” they yelled louder than the fireworks going off in front of me. “I'm going home. My bag is already full. Thanks for the consideration though.” I said as politely as I can. I didn't want to say yes because I could literally not fit any more candy in my bag. And I also cannot live to walk in those flats, ever again. When I finally arrived home, the warm air attached onto me like glue. Who knew being home was the best feeling ever? Well, I did. All of the lights were off, I was home alone. I shook off those deadly flats, and my feet were free from