The night was dark, eerie, and spooky beyond belief; like it was supposed to be.
Kids wandered around in costumes bright and dull, unique and monotonous.
By 7 o'clock that night, (Y/N) had seen at least seven vampires and six fairy princesses.
She, however, was something nobody would have thought of: she was Delirious' GTA character.
(Y/N) pulled her cute little hockey mask up to grin at her dad, who always chuckled when he looked at her.
Little Lottie was dressed up as a cute little princess; the cutest in the neighborhood, by far.
Their baskets were practically full, but the idea of more sugary treats made (Y/N) want more and more.
After a few more houses, (Y/N) practically had to be dragged home, screaming.
When they got back to the house, Craig and Kourtney went through Lottie's basket, since most of this was for them; the fruit snacks and pretzels would work for Lottie.
(Y/N) dumped her basket, flopping down onto her candy an making a candy angel.
Kitty picked up a kit kat and unwrapped it, taking a single bite before (Y/N) took it back and hid it behind her back, pouting.
"No, Mommy," she said sternly, and Kitty laughed. "My candy."
•a/n•
Hello Internet!
I apologize for not being on top of this stuff. But here you go! An update!
Four accelerated courses are tough. . . :( I'm really sorry for being a slacker guys. I don't deserve all you amazing followers.
Anyways, the COC!
COC: What are you going to be for Halloween--if you're dressing up, I mean.
Me: I'm going to be Link, from the Legend of Zelda series! I'm super super excited for it! I'm gonna get the Master Sword off Amazon and ugH FANGIRL MODE
Leave your answer in the comments, and I'm happy to read them! See ya in the next chapter!
~Trinity
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