This Is Halloween:
Prompt: Scream
A bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the hallways of the school. Myrtle jumped, dropping a book along the way. She reached down, picking up the book and pushing it back into her stack that was in her arms. Reaching up with her left hand, adjusting her glasses as well as she turned to duck into the library.
The young witch thought it would be best to hide out in there, after all, everyone was bound to be down at the Halloween feast. Myrtle, on the other hand, didn't want a part of it. The thirteen-year-old had had enough of Olive Hornby playing some horrible trick on her, like she did every Halloween for the past two years.
She reached up, fixing her pigtails before setting her books down on a table, the people in the library leaving one by one to head down to the feast, leaving her alone, leaving her to study this Halloween, free of Olive Hornby.
Free of torment.