She had gotten bored writing about herself and decided to write a real story. It took her a while to think of something, but finally, she had an idea. “Once upon a time…” No, that was at the beginning of all stories. “One day,” no, that wasn’t good enough. “Oh! I thought of something!” This is her story.

She was all alone, walking slowly and carefully down the shadow filled hallway. The air felt cold and heavy. A creepy moan filled the room. It got louder, and louder, and louder, until suddenly, out of nowhere - -

“BOO!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed.

“Ha! You were so scared!” laughed my best friend Lexi.

“I was reading my book! I was at a really scary part!” I whined.

“You always get SO scared! What are you going to do on Halloween?”

That thought had crossed my mind. I have always scared so easily over every little thing, and Halloween was approaching. I had even thought about not going. But I couldn’t do that to Lexi. No matter how much she made fun of me for scaring so easily, she would be devastated if I couldn’t come trick or treating with her. We had gone together ever since kindergarten, when we were both fairies. I had to go. For Halloween, I was going to have to be something really scary though. I wanted to be scary this year instead of scared.

“Whatever. See you later,” I sighed.

She started to walk away.

“WAIT!” I yelled. “Wanna eat dinner at my house on Halloween? Maybe we could sleepover at your house after.

I was the first year in a while that Halloween was actually going to be on a Friday. Everyone knows that Friday is the best day to go trick-or-treating.

“Sure,” she answered.

“Cool! That would be awesome!” I said a little quicker than necessary. Lexi looked at me awkwardly.

“Okay then,” she said as she started walking back home.

The next day at school, Lexi and I were walking in the hallway talking about Halloween.

“What are you going to be for Halloween?” I asked her.

“I think I might be a devil,” she replied. “My costume is going to be so awesome! Maybe you could be an angel.”

“Okay. That sounds cute,” I said.

During lunch, I sat with a group of friends. The whole conversation was about Halloween.

“I’m gonna be a hotdog!” giggled Rachel.

“I think I might be a witch!” Kenzie added, smiling.

Suddenly Brooke walked up to our table. Everyone knew that she had a reputation of being mean and bratty. We used to be best friends until Lexi moved here. She used to live in Florida, then her family moved to California because her dad had gotten a new job. When Lexi moved in next door to me, I knew we would be best friends. I invited her to my seventh birthday party, a sleepover. Brooke didn’t like Lexi and she was making it VERY obvious. After we had all fallen asleep, everyone except Brooke and I had fallen asleep. Brooke tip-toed to the fridge, and to my horror, took a soda, shook it up, and sprayed it in Lexi’s face. She woke up screaming, and began to cry. By now, everyone was wide awake, staring at Lexi. Her mom had to take her home. I felt sooooo bad for Lexi, so I did what any other seven-year-old would of done. I picked up the soda and sprayed it at Brooke’s face. I knew it was worth it, even though I got grounded for a month and everyone had to leave at 2:00 in the morning. The next day at school, I told Lexi what I did, and I could tell how happy she was that I would do that for her. We’ve been best friends ever since, but we still hate Brooke. I also don’t like soda that much anymore.

I pretended to read my book so Brooke wouldn’t notice me.