The day was an ordinary day. I woke up; I did my school work, now I was going for a bike ride. That's pretty much my life, nothing new. The next day was Halloween, my favorite holiday. I wanted to go as a gothic ballerina, but my little sister wanted to be that and she got what she wanted, as always. So instead I'm a cat-like girl thing. So now I'm riding my bike. I'm riding down my street, when my so-called "friend" Kyle starts calling me "The Wicked Witch of the West" again. "Why?" You ask? Just because my bike is an old fashion type with a basket, and he is just an idiot.
"Na na na na na na" (you know how it goes.) Kyle the Idiot sings.
I told him to go fall in a toilet and don't come out. Pretty lame comeback. I was riding around for a while. Then I decided I wanted to get a Latte at Mojo's. To get to Mojo's you need to use the sidewalk that cuts right through the Baseball and Soccer fields, and then you need to use the sidewalk through the Cemetery that is next to the Rec Center. The Cemetery is kinda of a nice place, some of the people that are buried there are older then the state of California. But it's a bit of a weed patch.
It was really windy that day. The leaves off the tree were blowing around and around in circles. There was a surreal weight in the air, like something was going to happen, something big. I was about halfway through the cemetery when something caught my eye. It was a gravestone, one that I don't recall ever noticing. It wasn't like the others; it was old and slightly crumbling. But what caught my attention was its shape. It was almost shaped like a pumpkin!
There was no date, no name, nothing.
"So you probably don't have any family, eh?" I said out loud (yes, out loud.)
I heard a sound come from behind me. I whirled around to see what it was, but nothing was there. The feeling of something happening was growing stronger. The wind began to pick up, the leaves where blowing past my feet. This feeling was starting to scare the crap out of me. I wanted to walk back to my bike and go get my coffee, but I couldn't.
The wind was getting stronger; I could have sworn I was heard singing. I can't name the tune, but it was very familiar, like I've heard it many times before. I knelt down on the ground to get a closer look at the gravestone. I was picking out some of the weeds around the base. There was something written on a stone near the bottom. It read "HALLOWEENTOWN."
"Halloweentown? Is that that a name or a place?" the minute I said that, the wind was howling like it's never did before. The leaves where turning around me in a cyclone. I could feel that the something that was going to happen was happening! I felt the ground dissolve from under my knees. I was twisting and turning with the leaves as I fell down into this nothingness. I let out a scream and closed my eyes. I felt the wind die down, and the leaves stopped whipping my face. I opened my eyes and I couldn't believe what I saw.
I was on a hill, in the middle of a cemetery! But it wasn't my hometown's cemetery. The gravestones where different, more frightening, the hill that I was sitting on was even stranger. It curled into a spiral shape, it was up high and very steep, to me it seemed more like a sculpture. I stood up and attempted to walk down the hill, but I'm a klutz. I can't do anything without screwing it up somehow. I tripped over my crocs and I tumbled down the hill, it hurt very badly.
When I stopped rolling I just laid there, I felt a bony finger tap my shoulder. I looked up and there was this enormously tall skeleton looking down at me.
"Excuse me, do you need any help?" The skeleton said to me.
"Uh…" I said still staring at the skeleton.
"Here, let me help."
The skeleton took one of my hands and pulled me up. The skeleton was almost two feet taller then me (I'm 5'7".) He was really skinny too.
"Let me introduce myself." Said the skeleton "I'm Jack, Jack Skellington, and you are?"
"Kiki Burgandy." I said.
"Pleased to meet you, Kiki!" said Jack Skellington.
Even though Jack was terrifying, I liked him immensely, he seemed nice.
"I don't think you are around here, where did you come from?" said Jack
"I'm, uh, from Colorado" I said "Where are we?"
"We're in Halloweentown of course! Said Jack with a smile.
Halloweentown. Where in the world is Halloweentown? Jack said something else, but I didn't hear a word he said. I was thinking how did I get here and what kind of a place is it. I continued this thought as Jack's mouth kept moving. It was a minute later that Jack grabbed my hand and said "C'mon lets go!"
Jack practically dragged me through the cemetery, we stopped at a gate. "This is Town Square, everyone is going to love you!" said Jack. The way Jack said that made me feel like I was some kind of new doll and Jack couldn't wait to show me off. It was a weird feeling.
"The first person I want you to meet is Sally." Said Jack.
"Wait a minute, Who's Sally? Who's 'everyone'?" I said pulling my hand away from Jack's.
"Everyone in Halloweentown, of course!"
Jack took my hand again. He opened the gate and pulled me into Town Square.