Chapter 2
I stood there, staring like an idiot while the principal took Michael away. I went back to class. It's best not to get involved. The teacher made us take out our history notebooks. At least we'll have gym at the end of the day. An hour went by. In that time, my mind was racing as I thought of ideas of what Micheal did and why. I was so busy that I didn't notice the teacher calling my name. Finally, I look up. "Chrissie! You're mother is waiting for you."
My mind shifted from Michael to why my mother would be here. My mother is waiting for me at the office, grinning. "Why are you here?" I ask rudely, like she doesn't belong here. "It's Halloween, and I need some help with the decorations, and it's a beautiful day, so I decided to take you out of school early," she replies. That makes no sense, I think to myself. While my mother and I are about to leave, I notice a boy running down the hallway. I look closer. It was Michael. "Hi Michael!" I yell, but he ignores me. He throws the door open and runs off. "Well that was odd," my mother says. I'm thinking the same thing.
My mother and I walk home together. Usually my mother isn't the one who likes the walk, so that just adds to my confusion. Finally, we walk home. "Your costume is in your room," my mother points out. "Thanks," I mumble. I open my bedroom door. I stare at the ugly clown costume in my room with disgust. I hated the costume, but what I hated even more was the fact that I had to pretend that I liked it when I was around my mother. As I stare at the clown costume, my mother suddenly vomes up behind me and says, "Do you like it?" I jump. She stares with wide eyes at me. "You startled me," I say. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see how you like the costume," says my mother. "It's great, I love it," I lie. "Well I'm glad," my mother says smiling. What's with her today?
I helped my mother carve pumpkins and put up skeletons and other "scary" decorations. I don't see why she wants to spend so much time with me, she's never done this before. "Ready to go trick or treating with Michael tonight?" My mother asks with a load of optimism. "Yep," I reply. I want to ask her why she's so happy, but I'm worried that will spoil her mood. "So how was your day?" My mother asks, trying to initiate small talk. "Good, I guess," I say back. For the rest of the time there was an awkward silence between my mother and I.
I met with Michael at his house and he had the exact same costume as me. I stare in disbelief. "Hi Michael," I say. "Hi," he says gloomily. "What happened with you and the principal?" I ask, getting the question off my mind. "I don't want to talk about it," he says. Not the answer I was expecting. For two hours Michael and I went trick or treating and I got to explore Haddonfield. It's actually a pretty nice town. After we both had full bags of candy, we walked home, and went our seperate ways.
Once I got home my mother bombarded me with questions. I pity the poor children who walked up to our doorstep. "It was great," is all I say. I sit down at the table and dump my bag of candy on it. I like organizing my candy, so I do so. After I organize my candy and put it back in the bag, I bring it over to the sofa and watch the television.
After an hour or so, I hear sirens in the distance. My mother and I exchange odd looks, and we both storm out of the house. From here I could see the police cars at the Myers' house. I run over there, while my mother struggles to catch up. When I get there, there are news reporters, police officers, paramedics, and people crowded around to see what was going on. I squeeze in through the crowd. I see Michael's mother in tears, crying, "My baby!" I watch as a body bag is put into an ambulance. My mother runs over to Michael's mom, and Michael's mom cries into my mother's shoulder. I turn to the house, and see Michael getting put into a police car. "Michael!" I scream. He looks at me with a pale, expressionless face. He looked . . . evil.
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