"Trick or Treat!" I screamed at the door as an old man opened the it. He didn't have any lollies in his hand. "Sorry kids, I don't celebrate Halloween 'cause i'm.....Muslim!" He whispered in a scary, mysterious, tone. House after house, nobody seemed to celebrate Halloween.
I looked around, then looked at myself through the glass screen on my phone. Sam & Niamh, scary zombies with blood trickling down their shirts, Maxine, an undead doll, like Annabelle, and Aria, half pretty, half ugly, with a scar down the right side of her forehead like she had been shot. Then me, a girl with a dress and a witch hat, not really scary. I wanted to be a hag witch, with blood and wrinkles covering my face, but Dad refused. "I will not have you going round Cromwell with... well, that on your face!" He had answered when I showed him the picture.
"Race to the finish line?" I asked Aria. "Marks, set... GO!" She replied quickly. I ran as fast as I could, which that wasn't very fast with a cauldron full of lollies and a big, clumpy, costume. Aria finished first and rang the door bell. I got there just in time to see the person open the door. "Trick or treat!" I screamed at the door as an old man opened it
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