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Once upon a time there was a boy and his younger sister.

They were going trick or treating when something took a twist.

“Brother, I’m ready to go! I’m a witch, can you tell?” Said my sister. “An ugly witch.” I muttered under my breath as she dragged me to the park to start trick or treating.

“Katie, I’m too old for trick or treating. Why can’t you go by yourself?” I ask my sister. “You’re twelve, that’s not too old. I’m eight, I ccan’t go by myself.” She says. She’s right, although I’d never admit it. “Twelve is old enough to stay home and play video games instead of dressing up and asking strangers for candy. You know, white vans usually offer candy on every night, why is tonight so special?” I say.

“It’s not just dressing up!” My sister says. “I hope you get taken by a white van.” I mutter under my breath. “I heard that! That’s not a very nice thing to say, especially to your sister.” She says. “Who cares? Just because we’re related doesn’t make you different from anybody else.” I snap at her. “Oh please, you’re just mad that you forgot to dress up.” She says. I look down at my clothes. Normal. “Am not! I did this on purpose, I don’t want to dress up.” I say.

“You probably did, you just are too lazy.” She says to me. I was about to say something rude back until I heard a doorbell ring. Katie, of course, had to ring the doorbell. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to say “trick or treat” in that annoying little tone she gets when trying to please strangers. So annoying.

“Trick or treat!” Katie says in that annoying tone that I mentioned. I roll my eyes. “Oh,” an old woman says as she comes out of the door. “You little girl. You must be a witch!” She says like it’s a great discovery. “Young sir, who might you be dressed up as?” The old woman says towards me.

“I didn’t dress up. That’s for babies, I’m almost thirteen, I ddon’t need to pretend to be something weird.” I say. “Oh, you shouldn’t say that.” The old woman says in a warning tone. “If you say that the werewolves will get you first!” The old woman chuckles. I don’t think it’s funny. It’s not scary either. She’s just a try-hard. “No such things.” I say to her in an annoyed tone.

“You’ll think that, until they come.” She warns. Still not scaring me though. “For sure, grandma, just give my sister the candy and go back to having back problems.” I say as she gives Katie a piece of candy and we walk away.

“You shouldn’t disrespect random people for no reason. It’s rude and disrespectful. Karma will bite back too.” Katie says to me. “Oh no, I’m so scared! What’s she gonna do, send her broken spine after me? That won’t do much.” I say to Katie. “You shouldn’t joke like that, it’s not funny.” She says. “And the werewolf joke she said is?” I question. “What if she wasn’t joking? You never know.” Katie says. “Key word: ‘what if’.” I say back.

We keep walking and knocking, and walking and knocking, and walking and knocking. Until we run into my friend, Jack. “Are you seriously not wearing a costume?” Jack asks me. “Why would I? It’s weird and immature. Costumes are for babies.” I say. “I guess I’m a baby then cause I love dressing up ! Epically on Halloween!” Jack says in that high pitched tone he gets when talking about his interests.

After awhile of me and Jack talking, Katie forces me to keep “trick or treating” with her. It’s so lame and cold and dark out, why would any kid wanna be here of all places? They’re just candy hungry.

“Hey, Big Bro, what’s that?” My sister asks while pointing at a big furry beast. “Just another costume, don’t bother it.” I say. It’s just somebody dressed up as a werewolf. So basic. The werewolf guy comes over to us. “Can you show me to the nearest gas station?” He says. “Yeah, sure. It’s that way.” I say as I point West. “Come with me, won’t you? I don’t wanna be alone. I don’t bite, I promise!” The werewolf guy says. “Fine, but only this once.” I say as he rejoices.

Once we get there I try to walk away with Katie. “Oh, you’re leaving already?” He says. “Yeah, we have places to be.” I say as Katie shivers from the cold. I give her my jacket as she thanks me with shivering teeth. “Oh, but you’re my only friends!” He whines. “We’re not friends, we don’t even know you. We have to go and that’s final.” I tell him. “Not before my meal.” He says, his voice suddenly getting deep and rusty.

Me and Katie try to run but he’s too fast. “Who will I eat first?” He says as he starts doing Eeny Meeny Miny Moe slowly. I push Katie and run toward him. “Go while you still can! I’ll hold him off.” I yell to Katie. “I don’t wanna leave you!” Katie cries out. “I’ll be fine, just go! I’ll catch up later, just run!” Forced, she runs.

I lied when I said I’d catch up. I already knew how it would end. She’s alive and well at least, and that’s all that matters. She wears that jacket every day, no matter the weather. She gives me flowers every Saturday. Calls it “Big Bro’s final Saturween.” I wish it could’ve been better for her, but it was my dumb mistake that made it this way. At least she didn’t have to pay the price for my lack of intelligence .

Katie, I love you.

As always, your big brother Krist.