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Callie's POV I had it all planned out. I knew I wasn't feeling good but I couldn't miss this Halloween. Moms usually hid the costumes from us so that we wouldn't wear them and get bored by the time Halloween came around. I had asked to sleep in mine because then she would get it and I wouldn't have to go looking for it and increase my chances of getting caught.
Tonight I was trick or treating no matter how sick I felt. I had waited a good twenty minutes after she went downstairs just to be on the safe side.
I quietly slipped out of bed. My stomach turned and I felt nauseous again. I didn't know if I was going to be able to pull this off.
But I had to. Once I had a idea in my head, it was hard for me to back down. I went to my room and grabbed my pillowcase off my bed. I originally had a plastic bag that had a pumpkin on it that I was supposed to use this year for trick or treating. I realized that would be too loud with all the crinkling so I decided to use a pillow case like Brandon. If I felt sick, my last resort would be to puke in my pillow case but for now I needed candy in it.
Us siblings always had a competition of who would have the most candy and I had won a good amount of years. Being sick this one time wasn't going to stop me from winning.
I tiptoed my way to the top of the stairs.
I quietly stepped down to the next step. Paused and then went to the next.
Every time I heard a creek, I would stop in my tracks and stand still without hardly breathing. I would wait fifteen seconds before continuing on to the next step.
I wasn't about to ruin this and get caught all because of one little thing.
Before I knew it, I had made it to the bottom step. I let out a sigh of relief but not loud enough for mom to hear. I still had a ways to go considering I had to get past mom and to the door. I also had to open and close it successfully and very quietly. Tiptoeing silently to the kitchen & not seeing any signs of her, I continued on my daring journey. I thought I would find her on her computer working or in the den, but she was no where which started freaking me out.
Had she been upstairs the whole time and was still up there? Had she already found out I was missing. But I swear I heard her come downstairs and I know I hadn't heard her come back.
Was she secretly watching me from downstairs right now? A sinking feeling crept up in my stomach and I felt like I was going to throw up again. That was the last thing I needed.
I turned around quickly just to check again but there was no one. I silently went over to the few stairs that entered the formal dining room and scary room which my siblings and I called it. It was actually the other living room but we called it the scary room because that is usually where us siblings would get yelled at.
I looked over and saw mom laying on the couch still in uniform. Her eyes were closed and I couldn't tell if she was faking it or not. I realized she was supposed to be answering the door for trick or treaters and the doorbell could ring at any moment and she would wake up and I would get caught.