5 Year Old Jordan's POV
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"Mummy? Can we go, pwease can we go?" I asked jumping in front of my door, in my superman costume."Honey, wait a second. Mummy needs to find her keys." The voice called out from the living room.
"Fwind it fwaster!" I yelled back, still jumping impatiently.
"Okay, found it! Let's go." She appeared in the hallway wiggling the keys in her hand around.
"YAY" I threw my hands up in the air and opened the door.
"Sweetie don't go into the street!" I ran next to the car.
"I won't!" I waited for my mom to come to the car. She locked and door and began walking towards me.
"Okay, before we go to another neighborhood, lets trick-or-treat here first." She smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Okie!" I cut across the grass and ran to the red door. This was my new neighbor's house, I never actually got to meet them yet. My mum can here when I was in school. I turned around to make sure my mum was following me. She was, I turned back around and rang the door bell.
The door opened and inside appeared a middle aged man with brown hair, carrying a basket full of candy.
"Trick or treat!" I smiled widely and showed him my orange pumpkin basket.
"Oh hi there, you must be Mrs. Maron's son." His British accent was quite thick. He smiled at me. I nodded. "Well here you go." He reached in his basket and pulled out a handful of candy. He put them in my basket.
"Tank you!" My mum was right behind me.
"Oh hi again, Mr. Cassell" She reached out her hand and grinned.
"Hey to you too, Mrs. Maron" He shook my mums hand. I looked inside his house and saw a kid around my age in there. I waved to him. He was hiding behind the wall.
"Looks like Jordan noticed Tom." Mr. Cassell said, smiling. "Tommy, come out here and say hi." He added. The kid started walking out to the front door. He wasn't wearing a costume.
"Are you guys not going trick-or-treating?" My mum questioned. They carried on their own conversation while I talked to Tom.
"Hellow! I Jordan." I smiled widely at him. He was hiding behind his dad's legs.
"Hi." I heard him whisper.
"Why you no wear costume?" I tilted my head to the side, slightly, to show him at I'm confused.
"We no go trick-or-treat..." He frowned. I frowned too, it makes me sad when he's sad.
"Why no? It Hallowee!" I threw my hands up in the air.
"I no know..." He pouted. I looked down with a sad look on my face.
"Hey sweetie?" My mum placed a hand on my back. I looked up. "Mind if Tom comes with us to trick-or-treat?" She asked. My face lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Rweally?" I griped onto the handle of my basket tighter. She nodded. "YAY!!" I started jumping. I looked at Tom. He was smiling.
"Tommy, how 'bout you go put on your costume?" His father told him. He nodded furiously and ran inside.
"Tank you." I exclaimed. Mr. Cassell chuckled.
"No, thank you." He smiled at me. I smiled back.
~ (15 years later) ~
I groaned in frustration as I looked at my computer. I ran my hand through my black hair. No one was online. Then again it's Halloween night. Everyone is probably getting drunk or trick-or-treating. I looked at the clock. It was only 7.
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