Chapter 4: Halloween
Well, tonight is Halloween, which means my mom is going to have another freak out flashback or something…
It's been a while since I'd talked about my father with anyone, but who would talk to me about it anyway? I'm just Amanda , that girl that was a product of a serial killer. A freak, that's what I am.
I might mope a lot, but that's what I do. My life story is completely fucked, so don't go there.
Tonight I have to watch this kid, Max. Max is 8, and he lives a few blocks away from me. I hate Max, he's so damn obnoxious, and he has some sort of freaky crush on me. At least I don't have to be with my mom tonight.
I'm probably just going to let Max watch scary movies, pee his pants, and fall asleep. After that, the night is mine, until 10:30 that is.
"Hey, Amanda"
Max shook me out of my thoughts. I hardly noticed he was walking with me.
"What Max?"
He had his hands in his pockets.
"Do you like Halloween?"
Here it comes. Max always bugs me with stupid questions.
"No Max, I hate Halloween."
He looked shocked. He stared at me like I was some sort of circus act.
"How can you hate Halloween? You get free candy!"
I rolled my eyes.
"Max, I'm too old for Halloween, you know that. Besides, candy isn't all that great."
Now I must have looked like some sort of mutant to him, because I swear to God, he looked extremely confused.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
I have to admit, as much as I can't stand him, he's still kind of fun to be around. He certainly makes grey days bright.
I smiled jokingly.
"Everything Max, everything."
My apologies for being gone so long, I've been working on a book, but it didn't work out. Anyway, I'm back. R/R please!