Halloween on Mullberry Street

6 in the Morning.

"WOOOOO!!" I screamed as I hopped out of bed. I ran for my door at the speed of light, opening it as fast as I could. "What on earth are you doing!?" Mom yelled looking down at me, still in her silly, tight looking pajamas. "Going downstairs to eat? Why are you asking?" I grinned as I tried to slip by. Her foot stopped me. "You screamed, top of your lungs, at SIX, IN THE MORNING!!" She yelled. "Yikes..." I mumbled. "Give me the reason why you yelled and I MIGHT let this slip..." Mom gritted her teeth, making me cringe. I gulped, about to say my answer. "It's because..." I paused. "...it's almost Halloween..." Mom looked me straight in the eyes, sighed, and let me out of my room. I smiled like a kid on Christmas as I ran down the stairs, ready to eat some tasty food.

I gobbled up all of my cereal and ran back upstairs to brush my teeth. After spitting out the foamy mixture, I looked up in the mirror. "What the-!?" I put my hand up to my right cheek and glided it across my face. My face was covered in hair!! I was so confused and scared. How did my mom not notice!? Oh wait, she needs glasses...really badly. I began to freak out. I'm only in seventh grade. WHY DO I HAVE FACIAL HAIR!? I can't go to school like this...I thought to myself. I suddenly got an idea. I grabbed my dads razor and proceeded to shave my face. After countless nicks (I counted, I had twelve) I whipped off my face and walked out the bathroom. Then I noticed my nails. WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON!? My nails were so short yesterday, and now there like, two inches long!! I groaned and walked into my dads bathroom one again to find his nail clippers. I picked them up, a tried to cut my nails. Buuut there was one ISSUE with this...my nails wouldn't CUT. Were they just, THAT thick!? I put the clippers down and ran to the bottom floor. I skidded across the carpet and into the glass door pane near the back of the house. I sighed as I got back up and opened the door. I bolted out to my dads garden shed and opened up its old, creaky doors. "Aha!" I yelled as I picked up a pair of gardening scissors. I help out my hand and began to cut my nails.