It was so scary, that I jumped up in the air the moment I saw it. It breathed heavily, almost for tension. And I faced it and said:
“BOO!!!”
“Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!” the trick-or-treater laughed heartily.
“You’re the scariest costume I’ve seen all night!” I said in fake-awe to the 2nd grader.
“Thanks!” she said, beaming.
“Here you go!” I said giving her a handful of Smarties, Reeses, and Tootsie Rolls.
“Thank you! And I like your costume, too!” she said towards my pirate costume, that I had put together in my mother’s thrift shop.
“Thank, you!”I said, gratefully. I had worked very hard on this costume, and thought very highly of it. And the little girl was gone, down the pathway, to collect more sweets.
Even though I had been torn in two, because my parents wouldn’t let me go trick-or-treating this year, I was having a blast!
“The little kids swarmed the streets with parents tagging along behind, trying to catch up with the sugar-loaded toddlers.”I said to myself. “I should put that in my book, later.” I said only loud enough so that I could hear myself, or so I thought.
“OH!” a snobby-soprano voice snapped my attention back to the real world. Where there were plenty of snobby pre-teen girls in my neighborhood.”So,” Ashlee Reyyl began.”She’s a teacher’s pet, wears 80’s clothes, talks to herself, and couldn’t keep a note even if she tried. What else do you do? Roll over? Play dead?” and the insults began. The only thing that shocked me was that she was so cruel to come to my home, and still mock me, and I was completely baffled in how long, her conscience’s vacations were.
“Heh! Heh! Heh!” a chorus of high-pitched squeals rattled my thoughts.
“Total L.O.L!!!” said one of her many followers. Only one question popped into my mind. And, that was: What the heck are their I.Qs’?!
“Hello girls.” Said only one voice that could ever so smoothly enter a conversation… my mother’s.
The malevolent giggles stopped their rein over my sanity, and all eyes were on my glorious mother. Ashlee flipped her pin-straight highlights over her shoulder. And I noticed something that might have been regret, flash over her uber, yet flawlessly, tanned skin.
“Oh. Yeah. Hi. Miz…um…so sorry.”I thought she was going to choke, trying to say sorry, but, then again, she must have had a lot of experience saying the word.
“No problem, that I know of.” My Mom started, giving the little clan a false sense of security,”Unless there’s something I don’t know.”My mom said, in the same tone she uses to get my sister, and I to talk.
“No! Nope! Not at all!” she answered, looking as though entire story would tumble out of her highly lip glossed lips at any moment.
“We had better go, Ash!” said one of the many in the clique, a little too forcefully then she had probably intended.
“Wait! You forgot your candy!” my mother said, reeling them back in.
“No, that’s alright! We don’t want any!” said one of the girls, trying to push Ashlee away from the thought of candy.
I knew there was going to be heck to pay tomorrow at school. But, at the moment I had a mother to mercilessly thank.
