The Hassle and Joy of Halloween

            First off: Happy Halloween!!!! Second: does anyone else think this holiday is a hassle? I spent hours and hours in stores looking for a decent and affordable costume. Unfortunately I had to bend on one of these criteria – is there such a thing as an affordable Halloween costume? I’ve never really put much effort into my costume before. I usually just throw something together, but I typically end up looking messy and dorky. For once in my life I wanted to do the stereotypical girl thing and try to sex-ify Halloween. So I bought a very short, tight flapper-style dress and went with that. I was not actually aiming to get a short, tight dress, it just happened. If I’d tried the outfit on before leaving the store I would have gone up a size or chosen something more conservative. But I’m pretty glad I didn’t, because I got some satisfying glances from members of the opposite sex.

            I actually turned out having a fairly good Halloween – not actually on Halloween of course, but on Saturday night. I’m in the pep band, so I went to our volleyball game in my outfit. Lucky for me I happen to have a thing for guys who can play instruments – trombones in particular, I have no idea why – so I got to finally step out of my frumpy, oversized uniform and show off something other than my less-than-stellar clarinet skills. Then my best friend and I attempted, and failed, to go to a dance. How do you fail at such a thing? Well, too many people wanted to go and the room was at capacity, so they couldn’t let everybody else in. But we went, we showed our faces in public, and we even hung out in the cafeteria for a while. That was our exciting night. And considering how much I usually hate dances, I’m not too upset that we didn’t actually go. In fact, I danced for joy the whole way home.

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A Halloween Poem

So, I wrote a poem for a little competition we were having in my school’s English club, and I thought I’d share it with you. The first two lines are obviously not mine, they are from Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven.

Once upon a midnight dreary,

while I pondered weak and weary

a stranger crept behind the door.

He carried an axe and nothing more.

The house was dark

and I was the last awake.

I had no way of knowing

this would be a mistake.

I walked to the kitchen,

my bare feet on the ground,

I was too busy to notice a distinct sound.

Footsteps came closer

but I didn’t turn around.

I thought it was my father,

but I was hit and fell to the ground.

My head throbbing

I awoke a few moments later

I hastened to sit up straighter

but my body was bound,

tight ropes coiled around

as I lay on the ground.

There’s blood on the floor,

I assume from my head.

I catch a glimpse of the culprit,

he must think I am dead.

He stalks away from the kitchen,

an axe in his hand.

I struggle with my ropes

and manage to stand.

But dashing my hopes,

I fall down quickly,

with a violent thud.

Hitting the floor

and splashing the blood.

I hold my breath for a while

listening for a sound

of his hostile footsteps

but no feet hit the ground.

I refocus my efforts

and stare at the rope

realizing quickly

I have not lost all hope

There’s a knot at my ankles

and one at my wrists.

I struggle and squirm

moving my body in all sorts of twists.

The knot at my ankles must have been done in a rush

for it’s quickly untangled

and falls with a hush

I wrestle in my place

sure to not make a sound

silently contorting my body on the ground.

Alas, my wrists come undone

and the ropes fall from their place

leaving me free to run

I head to the door, but stop in my place

when I hear a loud scream from above.

I turn to the stairs

and grab a loose brick.

the hairs on my neck standing up straight

Up the stairs I run

to the room on the right

With a quick flick I turn on the light

to find a man with an axe standing over my mom

blood covers the floor and her right hand is gone.

My father lunges toward the axe man

but retreats when he sees

a glimmer of metal thrust toward his knees.

Quick, from behind I charge

with the heavy brick in my hand

A blow to the head, I hit him hard

quick to the ground I watch him land

before I bash in his head

and let him bleed till dead.