Every year at ACS (my school) we have a Halloween party called fall festival. It is a really fun time were you go to all different kinds of booths, and get stacked up with yummy candy. I always wonder what I’m going to be, I don’t want to be what you see usually, like a vampire, a devil, or a zombie; I want something that will stand out so I did a lot of hard thinking….. I was going to be a French spy!!!! It did not take long. I just put jeans on, a black t.shirt/tanktop, a cool looking black hat, a fake mustache,and a water gun. I looked AWESOME. After we did the parade, I met up with my good friend Deanne, we stuffed our tummies full of lolly pops, chocolate, all of that stuff. Deanne said that we should go to the haunted house. I don’t know about you, but I’m totally freaked out by the haunted houses. I never liked the alone feeling I get, when a bunch of high school kids jump out at you with bloody faces. But I didn’t want to sound like a wimp, so I said yes. We walked to the doors with screaming and shouting. I felt my knees get all shaky and my palms got sweaty but I could not back out now. “Excuse me would you like not scary, medium scary, scary, or really scary?” asked the lady, but before I could reply, Deanne quickly said “We would like really scary” and gave her the tickets. I took a deep breath and walked through the doors. It was dark and paper bats got stuck in your hair while the screaming and banging was happening. I could sense that Deanne was scared too, “Your turn ” the lady said. I almost ran out of there, but Deanne kept a firm grip on my hand. We walked in it was pitch black dark. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa” all these bizzare looking zombies came out and walked around or crawled on the floor. Me and Deanne just stood there so disappointed at not getting that, “scared out of your pants feeling”. So, me and Deanne walked out saying how not scary or thrilling it was. I guess I’m just getting older, I still had a wonderful time!
Tags: Halloween, Life in Abu Dhabi, Sydney
Geez, when I read this blog post, I honestly got tears in my eyes! Here’s why: (a) I remember when Sydney could just barely make letters! She certainly couldn’t write such descriptive suspense-filled stories. I’m just bursting with pride for her! (b) She’s HERE! I’m so excited to have Syd and her parents here in New Delhi, and I just adore them to bits. Yay! Fabulous blog, Syd and Han!! xoxoxo Shaza
Soooo many things I love about you come through in this post Syd…
” I don’t want to be what you see” is such a Syd comment, for as long as I’ve known you, I’ve known this to be true, you’ve been happy to be ‘the boy’ the dad’ the one with the deep voice’ ‘uncle syd’ etc…
“I looked awesome” Of course you did! Love that you did and you knew it! Go Syd Power, harness that confidence!
I also had sympathy with you NOT wanting super scary, that is me for sure!
Your writing is great here, it is true, you must be getting older!!!
Have fun with those Crazy Dents!
Love Kimbra xxx
Sydney, your story had me really scared for you… what a disappointment… read on…
I wish you had been here for our Haunted Barn. We had a PG area for everyone followed by a “greater fright” area that would have scared the pants off you, I think. Poppy was in the dark parking lot helping cars and kids get in and out with his flashlight, and he said those who went through the greater fright came flying out of the bushes. Do you want to know what happened in there? I’ll tell you all about it on skype — it’s a secret because we’ll do some of it next year.