Halloween was always my favorite time of the year; free candy, horror movie marathons, scary costumes, haunted houses, and the spooky atmosphere just makes me smile. I could easily tell that this Halloween was going to be special as I watched my devil dressed English teacher strut around the classroom.
"It is believed that Halloween origin traces back to an ancient Celtic festival of Samhain-"
"Yea! They also believe that access to the spirit world was possible on the night of Hallow's eve!" The class clown, Anthony, interrupted while wiggly his fingers in the air, making a face, and snarling playfully towards his buddy Connor. The desks were placed in a circle, albeit, uneven but there were 30 desks in a small classroom so it was the best we could do. Connor and Anthony made sure to have their desks facing each other on opposite ends of the classroom so they could each make fun of the teacher as well as each other while the teacher's back was turned. It was a stupid plan but it did manage to work on Ms. Millers last nerves as she mockingly laughed and began to pass out an assignment. She told us at the beginning of class that she would not give us work over Halloween if we behaved ourselves but now...
Everyone sent disapproving looks towards the goofballs of the classroom and loudly groaned when they saw the rubric. Scanning the paper with my eyes, I eternally rolled my eyes at the tedious assignment which was a 5-page essay on the origin of Halloween. Grumbles and protest sounded around the room as Ms. Millers gave a taunting smirk and wagged her finger at her students.
'That devil costume is really suiting her right now.' I thought bitterly as she began speaking,
"Quit your complaining, you have all weekend to finish. I expect it on Monday, no exceptions or excuses." Looking towards the clock that was above the board, she noticed the time and hurriedly finished her last few words,
"Have a safe and responsible Halloween!" The overly loud bell blared; the sounds of chairs being scraped across the floor, books being shoved into bags, and loud chatter from the excited group of high-schoolers made a symphony of chaos. Taking my sweet time, I picked up my book bag off the dirtied floor and started to pack all my belongings into it. After packing I checked to make sure I grabbed everything before getting up and pushing my chair in. Wishing Ms. Millers a 'Happy Halloween', I left the classroom into the now less crowded hall.
A messy mop of light brown hair appeared in my view as I was quickly embraced. I instantly knew who it was as bright bottle green eyes looked at me with pure excitement.
"Hey, Tony." Looking up at Anthony, he gave me a bright smile which made his dimples pop out. He was a little chubby which made him even more of a cinnamon roll than he already was.
"Can you tell Angie pooh that I'll text her as soon as I get home? My phone is about to die and I really got to go." I nodded and patted him on the back before pulling away.
"Sure thing bud just remember to text her! I refuse to hear her crap again about you!" Anthony laughed and hollered back a 'will do' before running off. Shaking my head at his eagerness to leave, I continued walking down the messy yet decorative hall. I couldn't help but smile at the orange and black streamers hanging from the high ceiling. I glanced around and saw little ghosts, ghouls, and spiders stickers on every classroom door and a few lockers along with decorative designs made by students which were displayed above a few classrooms.
"Happy Halloween ___!"
"Thanks, you too!"
"Happy Halloween (Embarrassing nickname)!"
"I hope you choke on a candy corn~!"
Wishing people I knew a Happy Halloween and giving a playful response here and there, I finally reached my locker. Opening it with ease, I placed any unneeded materials inside as well as my ID. I grabbed what was needed for my extensive amount of homework and shoved it into my bag sloppily before zipping up my bag. Sighing tiredly, I closed my locker. Next thing I knew, hands shot forward from behind me- causing me to jump slightly- and blocked my vision.
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HorrorPlay the game right and there is a 30% chance you might survive. That's if you play the game right and the crowd loves you. (Y/n) (L/n), average senior who has her whole life ahead of her, is soon snatched out of her life and thrown into a twisted...