This article was written on Oct. 1, 2018 by me.
It’s finally October! Ah, the coziest time of the year. I remember when I was young, I used to go trick-or-treating with my friends during Halloween.
Not all the stores near our school knew this foreign custom, but many had talked to our teachers and decided to put some candy in jars and waited for us to come. What’s fun about Halloween is that you get to become an entirely different person (or monster, or ghost) that you could never be. My greatest achievement was that once with the help of my English teacher, I was able to fully customize my mask and put on marvelous makeups. I looked like a genetically mutated giraffe except my face was bleeding and there was a gigantic pus-filled wound on my left eye. That night as I walked clumsily onto the street (I couldn’t walk fast either, both my eyes were covered with makeups) with 5 other friends of mine, I could hear the shivering whispers from the passersby (or I could make that up myself. I was too excited to see people’s reaction toward my costume.)
I became too excited, I wanted everyone to see my giraffe! So I ran across the street and rushed to every pedestrian I encountered…and then I tripped myself over.
I was fine. I only got a few bruises here and there. But things didn’t look so well for my Halloween costume. It was completely crushed into pieces. The fake flesh dropped and the fake blood flowed to the floor and the whole scene looked like someone committed murder there. It was terrifying.
It was awesome.
Michael Chuang 