Personal Narrative On Halloween

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'Twas the night of Halloween, every single kid on the block took their the pillowcases, dashing from door-to-door getting as much candy as they could in one night. However, one little girl was still inside, refusing to participate. This girl was Louise and she didn't believe in Halloween.

"People dressing up in ridiculous costumes, walking everywhere just to get candy, why don't they just go to the store and buy some? It's just as simple as that. Why go out when bad things always happen on halloween?" Louise rolled her eyes to emphasize the complaint to her sick grandmother.
"Halloween is stupid! Halloween should be illegal!" Louise still yelling at her grandma. Louise didn’t understand what was happening, her grandma was just sitting there. …show more content…

Just the thought of dressing up and getting free candy excited me. I'm nothing like my mother, who despised Halloween and never told me why. Whenever I would talk about it her mood would instantly drop and for the rest of the day she’d stay irritable. I tried not to bring it up but I was so curious. I almost felt like it was the reason she left when I was ten years old.

I just couldn’t decide how to do my makeup for my best friend’s Halloween party. The party was at 10 o'clock in Louise's house. Louise, my best friend, probably had more in common with my mother than I did. First off they are both named Louise, they look similar, and they both hate Halloween. It’s weird that Louise was throwing a Halloween party considering that she hated the holiday. Sometimes Louise reminded me of my mom, it was rather eerie.

Almost an hour later… …show more content…

*RING*
I hear the doorbell, wanting to ignore it, but I knew I had to go over and see what she wanted. I opened the door and when I looked outside I indeed saw Louise.

"What do you want?" I blankly stare at her.

"I wanted to come over and say that I'm sorry," Louise explains but I’m not sure if she was sincere.

"Well, I pretty sure I believe you but I'm still mad and now I hate Halloween, you ruined the one holiday I enjoy."

"I'm sorry, I hope I can change that," behind her back was a box of my favorite treats, caramel apples, they all had different assortments of toppings. My face lit up like a Christmas tree when she showed me.

"Oh my gosh! Come in!" I took her by the wrist and pulled her inside. We've talked about many things and ate the caramel apples. Later, I woke up in my room not knowing what happened with Louise. But all I can remember was talking with her and eating. I had the most painful headache, I was probably from all the sweets. I got ready for the day, and skipped downstairs and to see my grandma and Louise in my kitchen.

"Umm, what's going on?" I asked, confusion evident in my

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