Christy, Monica, and I were sitting around in my living room, board. I dunno why, but it was always my house. “Hay wanna’ hang out after school?” I’d ask.
“Sure, yeah, meet you at your house!” I think it was because Christy’s house was always a mess, and Monica ether always had too many people over, or her mom was too tired to have guests over.
Any ways, Grandma walked in just then with some blondes, (she makes the best!) “Why don’t you kiddy-kids go jump in the leaves out side? Not much often you get a warm autumn day like this one!”
I took some blondes, and handed then to my friends. I remember thinking: here I was, trying to be the host, and having absolutely nothing to do! Why did they always have to come to my house, any way? Then Grandma has to come up, and offer to roll in the leaves!
But something inside me said, ‘Now don’t you disrespect your Grandma like that! She spent a good long, and hard time making those blondes for you, and you best thank her, too!’ I knew that was just the side of me that was pounded into me by Mom, and Dad, but I couldn’t help thinking they had taught me right, besides, on a day like that, we probably would have rolled in the grass we were so board!
“Thanks Grandma.” Was all I could choke out. She laid the plate on the glass coffee table in front of us, and sat on the couch beside me.
“Some thin’ up? You don’t look so good. Are you sick?” Grandma asked as she rubbed one hand through my hair, and held the other on my four head.
“I’m fine”, I said pushing away from her. I hated it when people thought I was sick!
“Well, I got some books in the library, and if you’re good I’ll let you look at some things I got today.” She set a plastic bag on the table, and headed for the kitchen.

That didn’t help much. Grandma’s stuff never was the kind of things we were into. It was either a couple of gardening books, or on how to hem, you know. Sometimes she tried to get stuff we were into, she was trying to help, but we just aren’t into Bob The Builder.
“I didn’t know your aunt was over this weekend,” said Monica.
“Uh, I think that was her grandmother,” Christy said quietly after a pause.
“Sorry.” Monica said quickly. You’ll never here her say that to anyone else. Infect, she acts a lot differently around us then she dose around other person. I think it’s because she’s got a bad background, and she wants a lotta’ attention. She’s always being bossy, or rude, and she knows that. But, we go way back, she knows if she acts that way around us, she’s not in a good area.
2 Christy shrugged her shoulders, she picked up a book from inside the bag, and began to flip through it, and I just knew she was in for it now! Grandma had got us gardening books, or sewing books, or something. I knew she was just trying to help, but
all Grandma could do, was what she did; bring us blondes. “Hay, this isn’t that bad…” she said.
Monica, and I couldn’t help having dumb founded ness on our faces I’m sure; as we looked over Christy’s shoulders to see what she was babbling about. “A Halloween book?” I heard myself ask.
I can remember the pages, all torn, some even missing! It was an activity book, - for Halloween things to make. “Yeah, what are you going to be this year, Cammy?” Monica asked me.
I looked up, “What am I going to be? Uh, actually, I thought I was going to be able to, uh, skip this year…” I felt my cheeks turn red. I mean, in September I had pretty much desisted that last year had been my last time going trick or treating, but to tell Christy, and Monica that, was kind of hard to do.
Monica just sort of rolled her eyes, “You’re always the first one to stop doing fun stuff!” she hissed.
“I think I’m going to be a vampire…” Christy said thoughtfully. I knew she was trying to help me, changing the subject and all, but it didn’t.
Monica just rolled her eyes again, “Tell me when you make up your mind.” She then got up, and headed for the door with kind of an attitude.
I couldn’t help realizing the sad look on Christy’s face as she spook, “I’m going to Halloween Street this year, it’s a place where every house on the street has a party in it, or something going on in it. Decorations are set up all over the place, and in all the front yards. It’s beautiful. People, trick or treaters even, go there just to see the place, just to walk, to see old friends, to… trick or treat. I was going to wait until next weekend to tell you, and surprise you, but… I guess, your not going…”
“No, I-I mean… I just”-
“Goodbye Cammy. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” Christy cut me off, and began to leave.
“Pleas! Lesson! I’m sorry, I just. I-I!” I began, but what was the point? She couldn’t hear me, the door was already shut, and she probably didn’t want to hear me talking anymore anyways…
I grabbed the plate of blondes, and headed for the kitchen, Grandma must have left by then, because no one was there. My head was swirling with thoughts. I put the blondes in the refrigerator. Why was not going trick or treating this year such a big deal to everyone? ‘Yeah, I’m not going this year, last year was my last time going trick or treating, my choice, so what?’ I thought. But at the same time for some reason, I felt bad, Christy seemed really sad.
‘She was really looking forward to this year.’ I thought back to myself.

‘Yeah, well she needs to grow up!’ I pushed both the thoughts out of my head before one made a point.
Just then I heard the kitchen door slam, and my little sister screeching, “You like my costume big sis? It’s better then last, isn’t it, isn’t it?” I turned just in time to see my little sister standing as if she was a princes in her new fairy costume. Well, the
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costume might have been new, but the idea wasn’t, and that wasn’t an understatement, either! She had been a fairy for the last three years in a row now!

“Yeah, the wand looks better this year, and I like your ribbons.” I muttered.

“Sis,” she continued, “Will ye’ take me tik n’ teten’ tis year?” she asked excitedly.
“No, probably not…” I muttered under my breath.
“But WHY?!” Ashley, my little sister yelled, with tears rolling down in her cheeks, and snot going down her nose.
I tried not to, but I couldn’t help slamming my hand on the counter as I yelled, “ASHLEY, MEGEN, MRS. STUIPED-HEAD! There is a time in every kid’s life where they have to just STOP doing kiddy things like trick or treating! WHY CAN’T KIDS JUST GET THAT?! Evan kids my age! IT’S NOT FAIR! I want to do what I want to do!!!” I slammed my right hand on the counter again, a little harder this time, it heart, but I couldn’t fell a thing.
I should have apologized write then, and there, but I couldn’t even turn my head to see her run off, as she started to cry. I knew she’d go off, and tell everyone that I was, a, ‘Big Minnie,’ to her, and that I yield at her, I knew if word got around to Monica, and Christy, they’d hate me for life!
A few days later, Grandma saw me crying… She asked me why I was. At first I didn’t want to tell her, - but then she got it out of me, I told her the whole story… She nodded her head, and waited. When it was completely quiet, she said, “When I was your age I didn’t want to keep doing things like that, ether, thought I was too old for it.”

“But you did anyways, right? Because you thought you would miss out, right? That’s what your going to tell me, like everyone else is going to tell me, to right?” I said.
Grandma waited until I was done again, then spoke. “Now I may be you grandmother, but it’s not my job to make you feel that way, and I’m not going to. I’m going to tell you the truth, and that’s all, got it? After I was your age I just stopped, that’s it, thought I was too old for it, like I told you. Boy, how I wish I could go back to that last house I was too scared to go to. Or go as a witch. I never did go as one come to think of it…” Grandma smiled, but sighed. She gave me that old look grandmas give you when they’re looking into the forgotten past.
“So you think I should go?” I asked impatiently.
“I think you to do what ever you think is what you really want to do. You know, some things you never grow out of…”
I looked at Grandma with a confused on my face as I asked, “What do you mean? Like what?” I thought you were always changing, and growing, but I was wrong!

Grandma smiled, “Fun. In all the years that you’ve been alive, what’s the one thing you never get board of, or the one thing that never leaves you, no matter how far you go?”


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The answer was fun, and I knew it. What was the point of life if you can’t just have fun? Make money, or get a cool house? No. It’s fun, and entertainment that keeps you going.
“Now, your little sister really wants you to go trick or treating with her this year, and I recon your friends do, too.” Grandma continued.

I hung my head, “No, they don’t.”
“Now how do you know that?” Grandma said, seeming concerned.
“Christy seemed really sad when I told her I was skipping this year, and Monica’s mad at me…” I knew there was a cackle in my voice as I spoke.
“Well, you do what you want to, but if I were you, I’d at least take Ashley trick or treating! You owe it to her after what you said to her.”
Grandma was right, and I knew that, she always was. I thought to myself. When I was as old as Grandma was, would I be sad, and want to go back, and go again? Was it really that fun, and what was fun, anyways?
I was still not positive yet, but grandma had made me feel better anyways, and I was thankful for the advice, too. “Thanks Grandma.” I smiled, but inside, my hart was shaking, and I felt bad, horrible even, I was mad at myself. I wanted to cry all over again. I turned to walk away, and said nothing else.
Over the next few days I still didn’t know if I was going to trick or treat that year, it was hard to make up my mind. I had got a costume, anyway, and a little trick or treat basket. - Just for luck. Halloween was on a Monday, but everyone was going trick or treating that Saturday. I remember that knight, just like it was yesterday…

I had my Halloween costume on, and I was reading Dracula, The Dead. When I looked out the window, I had just enough time to catch a glimpse Monica, and Christy walking around the wet tar road. Yep, Christy was a vampire all right, just as she said she was going as. Monica was a skeleton, with part of some origins sticking out. I heard myself laugh out loud.
I turned on the overhead light to my room, and stared into the mirror. It felt like there were two sides of me. One just wanted to be herself, and go hang out with her friends, and have fun! The other, quite different, thought the idea was stupid, and embarrassing. Was this how all growing up was?
I tried to remember what Grandma said, but I was thinking so much about Christy, and Monica that made it impossible. I didn’t care what I did, if I stayed, of if I left, I just wanted to be happy that Halloween, and that was the last thing I was at that instant of time. Inside, I was fighting with myself, and all the while waiting for the doorbell to ring.
Maybe Christy, or Monica would want to see if I would come anyways, and pick me up. A couple of mints passed by. No sounds. I sighed, well, there was no turning back now, I looked out the window. Christy’s red van was driving back through the tar road.

Then something inside of me snapped, I didn’t care anymore about how I would be looked at. I just grabbed an orange Halloween flashlight, a trick or treat bag and headed down the stairs. I don’t remember exactly what happened after that, as you can

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see, I was acting on pure emotion, and I did not know what exactly I was doing
yet... I do remember grabbing Ashley’s arm while I was running down the staircase, (witch I have

of to no clue how I got there from my room!) and then running out into the street after the red van, and out into the darkness.
But it was too late, if I wanted to catch up with them after all, it was just too late. I slumped on the wet tar. I began to cry. Once I had finally made a choice to go out and do
something, and just stop arguing about it with myself, it was just too late. Weather I liked it or not, it was over; I took to long to decide, like Mom and Dad say, ‘if you take to long to decide, we’ll decide for you.’ Well, that was now, my choice was made for me. Or, at least I thought it was…
A few moments later, I herd six voices of later all around me, and a big shadow hovering above me. At first I was mad, I wanted to scream, but then I looked up, Christy had seen me, and her mom must have turned the van around! The van was now right in front of me!
I stood up once it was completely quiet, and brushed myself off, “So, I’m kind of lost right now in life, right?” I began, “But, I wanna’ go trick or treating this year with you any way, and I’m sorry for being a jerk so much… and, so, anyways, I wanna’ come so, c-can I?”
Christy smiled, “I just new you couldn’t resist Halloween Street!” She scooted over in the van, “’Come on! I’m your best friend! You can come, you and your sister, what? You think I wouldn’t forgive my best friend of all time?! Happy Halloween Cammy, get in here!” Christy didn’t have to say much more before I got what she was saying. I hopped in the car, and Ashley climbed up on my lap.
“So, were going to Halloween Street?” I heard myself ask aloud.
“We are. Mom’s going to drop Monica out on the next street.” Christy said.
The kiddy side of me took over as I said, “But we go trick or treating together every year, why can’t we go together this year?”
“Look who’s talking! Besides, we are, but after we get all the candy from Halloween Street, were going to the other streets.” Said Monica, “Besides, why just go to one street?”
Christy, and I looked at Monica, and then at each other for a moment. We couldn’t help busting out laughing; it was good to be back with my friends again! And now I new how stupid I had looked before, only in another way.
“WHAT’S SO FUNNIE?!” Asked Monica, yelling at the reaches of her throat.

“L-look out the window.” I said still snickering. It was so funny the way I saw Monica’s eyes light up as she saw the orange lights passing when she looked out the window! It was as if she was in a permanent trance, she stared wide-eyed at the orange lights as we passed into Halloween Street. Seeing all the kids out there, we KNEW, she was going with us! Christy must have known right from the start what to do with Monica, because she instantly broke the trance Monica was in by saying, “You don’t want to go, and stay at this awesome place? COME ON! I donno about you, but I’ma’ stay out here all night tonight!”
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Monica had just taken her eyes off the window, and got out of the van when Christy’s Mom began to drive off.
MAN am I glade I didn’t stay at home! Halloween Street wasn’t boring, and I didn’t fell silly, ether! Oh how board I would have been if I would have stayed in that ol’ house! Just being stubborn so I can be, ‘a young lady,’ when, at heart, I didn’t even want to be one yet! I had a grate time at Halloween Street. It was just the way Christy had described it, too. Lots of people, all dressed up, and a party, or something going on in
every house on the Street! All kinds of ages of people, grown-up’s, too! So I didn’t fell out of place at all…
In what just felt like a few minuets we heard a horn of an old car. I knew it was my grandma’s car. We got in, “Grandma,” I said, “Mom was supposed to pick us up…”

“She couldn’t make it so she asked me to.” Grandma smiled, “I’m glad to see you’ve made it… Oh, and Carmen, Hun… Thanks...Your outfit.”
I stopped, but then it hit me, I had gone as a witch this year… Infect, originally, that was my plane, to go as a witch, just for her. Heck, I’m glade I even went!
This year, mom told me to get the house ready for our big Halloween party in our new house, but of course, like every other house on our street, there’s going to be a party
in all the other houses, anyways… But that doesn’t matter. What matters is the things that never leave you, like grandma said, if you don’t have the things you really want in life,
what’s the point of living? Fun, later, friends; family; school, love; these are all part of the same meaning, life. Like this…




THE END.

Author: Misty Page
Country: United States
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