Dinglehoppers

Fourteen

14. Write a scene where a character is admiring their Disney Collection.

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 “Now you stay away from me, like a very good wild man.”

-Jane Porter, Tarzan.

“I’ve got my costume all set up and ready for tonight.” Ellie said proudly as she took a sip out of her chocolate milkshake.

A Page in the Sun was pretty quiet today, obviously because everybody was getting ready for parties or trick-or-treating or any of the related.

The café had taken on a rustic style; plastic bats and fake cobwebs adorned the ceilings. A couple of fake skeletons stood by the booths, and even a surprisingly realistic-looking werewolf was hanging around outside the front door.

Ellie liked Halloween. It was another opportunity for her to dress up as any Disney character she wanted (well she could do it everyday if she wanted to, but that took away the fun from days like this.)

Halloween was also a great day for her sweet tooth to celebrate, too.

Her mom was a different case, though. Coming from Mexican heritage, on the 1st and 2nd of November, Ellie and her family would celebrate Day of the Dead, a Mexican holiday. Those were the days when people would remember their deceased loved ones( the 1st of November dedicated especially to deceased children, sadly), setting up altars and adorning them with food, cempasuchil flowers, candles and candy skulls.

Ellie liked those skulls a lot.

They were little (or big, too) skulls made out of pure sugar.

Ellie remembered how her mom used to scold her when she was little for taking the skulls before she was allowed to. The problem was, if she didn’t eat them soon, the ants would usually finish them off.

They were cute –and not to mention delicious- ornaments.

Then there was the ‘Pan de Muerto’, or translated to English, literally, ‘Bread of the Dead’.

Her mother made them exquisitely, little buns of sweet bread with a light taste of orange, coated with sugar. They were usually decorated with bone-shaped phalanges pieces. Ellie never found how they resembled a bone, really, but they tasted great.

Not to mention Paige being completely in love with them, also.

Right now, there was a tiny altar set up in the middle of her living room with a picture of her grandmother and her paternal grandfather, who had passed away a year before her grandma. Her mom was probably hard at work baking the bread as they spoke, and hiding the candy skulls from Ellie.

So basically, Ellie had 3 days to engulf herself with sweets.

It was a good thing she was on the swim team, and the volleyball team, and the archery club… or else she was certain she’d be a huge gigantic ball right now.

Her mom would constantly scold her for celebrating Halloween, stating that it was “an American tradition”. But she strangely never prohibited Ellie from going trick-or-treating during her younger years, or to Ed’s parties now.

So Ellie just let it slide.

“Really?” Jack asked, referring to her costume as he popped a French fry drenched in ketchup into his mouth. “What is it?”