HALLOWEEN

“The Halloween Costume”

Writing Practice – Finish the Story

I have special plans for Halloween this year. Sam’s Halloween party is next Friday. I want to have the best costume at the party. My mom says that she will help me make my costume. I want to be something scary.

“You should be a ghost,” says my sister. “Ghosts are boring,” I tell her.

“What about a witch?” my brother asks. “That is a good idea,” I tell him.

I talk to Mom at breakfast the next morning.  “I am going to be a witch,” I say.

“That is a great idea,” Mom says.  “How are you going to make your witch costume scary?”

 “Ah.. Let me think about it.” Then I walk in to my room and trying to find something usefull.

 “A bottle? Nope. A rope? Nope. Hmm, there’s nothing here.” I leave my room and continue

 searching for something in the front yard. I see something accros the street “That’s a Traffic Cone! That might be useful.” I run in to my room again, and start to decorate the Traffic Cone. “Phew, finally its done. Now is time to make the Witch Robe.” I walk in to my mom’s room, looking for her “DASTER”. “Found it.” After that, i go in to my room again and paint it black.

Night has come, its time to show my Witch costume to my entire Family. I walk sneaky behind My mom “MOM!” “FOR THE GOD SAKE? IS THAT YOU SON? Well, you make me scared that your costume for Halloween?” My mom asked me “Of course. Awesome right?” “That look scary. Well done, son.” Suddenly, a man knock our door, and my mother let him in “Ah mam, can i ask something?” “Yes. What is it?” “We lost our Traffic Cone this afternoon, it was close to your house. Did you see it mam?” “I am so sorry, but I don’t see any Traffic Cone today.”  Then I sit beside my mom and whisper “Mom, this hat, I made it with that Traffic Cone. Here, I leave it to you. Im going to my room. Bye mom.” I run in to my room, leaving my mom & the man in theliving room. “HOW DARE YOU, YOUNG BOY! COME BACK HERE AND SAY SORRY TO THIS MAN.” My mom shout to me loudly. Sorry mom, I love you, please dont be angry.