❝You being an actual witch would be really helpful right now!❞
❝I just can't win with you people!❞
The concept of witches has been around for centuries. Challan Logan did not believe in witches one bit. She wasn't entirely sure where the myth had be...
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CHAPTER FOUR. A SPOOKTACULAR NIGHT
☆ミ ☆彡
HER COSTUME SUDDENLY LOOKED STUPID to her. The black long-sleeved white-collared dress didn't look right on her anymore. The dark black wig that her mom braided into two braids looked stupid. The black shoes felt uncomfortable and everything just looked wrong.
"I hate it," Challan spoke as she looked at herself in the mirror.
"What, since when?" Her mother asked. The woman had gotten off of work early because it was Halloween and the bank was closing early. As soon as she got home, she helped Challan with her costume and helped her put on a little bit of makeup that would complete her costume. "I thought you wanted to go as Wednesday Addams."
"I did. But now it just looks stupid," Challan muttered.
"Is this about that girl you're going trick-or-treating with?" Hadiyah asked, causing Challan to sigh.
"No," she lied. Challan had told both of her parents about Max and how the girl would be coming over so that they could go trick-or-treating together. To say they were surprised would be an understatement. Challan had never gone trick-or-treating with someone her own age, always going with one or both of her parents. They were thrilled that she finally seemed to have made a friend.
"Let's try that again," Hadiyah suggested, unconvinced, and Challan sighed again.
"It's just, I don't want her to think I'm lame," she admitted.
"And why would she think you're lame? I thought you said she told you you were cool," Hadiyah replied.
"She's allowed to change her mind," Challan muttered.
Hadiyah pulled the small girl into her arms and hugged her. "You, my sweet girl, are the coolest kid in this whole entire town," she said, kissing her cheek.
"You're my mom, it doesn't count when you say it," Challan grumbled.
"I'm your mom, it counts the most when I say it," Hadiyah retorted. Challan sent her a small smile and the woman kissed her cheek again.
"Okay, I'm gonna go make sure your dad has the camera ready for pictures. You look amazing, okay?"
Challan nodded and the woman smiled before exiting the bathroom. The younger girl looked at her reflection again, readjusting the wig on her head. She still didn't know how her mom managed to fit all of her hair under that wig.
