Emily's POV:

Halloween holiday

best time of the year. To be honest, I have had free rein all my life, but Halloween is different, as if this holiday is what makes me pull out all the pranks in my pocket, without judgement or fear of punishment, making it the best time of year, as I said.

Surely there are many who think that a girl about to be sixteen years old can't do much, but my life has been nothing but a fantasy.

All thanks to my mother, of course, who spends most of her time at work. My mother raised me alone after my father left us. I do not remember at what age I was. All I remember is that bastard repeatedly made mom cry alone at night. Of course, I'm aware of this, but it appears that being cold-hearted is a trait I inherited from my father, whom I've never seen in my life.

Troublemaker, that's been my nickname all those past years.

The dawn of Halloween was my favorite of all time. My mom works as a nurse at Los Angeles General Hospital. At this time every year, the emergency room is filled with old people, some of whom have heart attacks from fear, as a result of the pranks that teenagers play on them. How do I know? That, of course I know, I might be me causing half of them to go so far

God, how I love these pranks.

I was sitting in our living room, and my mother stood in front of me, always with that angry look on her face; I don't recall her having any other look other than the one that was always angry at me.

My mom put her hand on her waist and said with a warning look, "Look Emily, I have to go to work. My job brings us the money you're spending so lavishly on all that ... ."

Blah blah blah, I rolled my eyes; this lecture, which I had grown tired of hearing over the years, had become our only conversation. My mother always warns me not to get into trouble; she and I both know that I will not do a word of what she says, but she feels pressured less when she warns me, so her conscience is relieved when she punishes me for wrongdoing.

I interrupted her important speech in her opinion, and said in a voice like a scream, "Sofia, we are at two a.m in the morning, and the hospital called you half an hour ago. Won't you go? The souls of others are waiting for you, woman."

My mother sighed, almost losing hope that she would change my behavior, even a little, while I looked at her with that smug look that she hates so much, while I sipped from the cup of milk that she had prepared for me before she left.

Mom grabbed her bag violently and put it on, then started pulling her hair up with that little black hair tie as she went outside in her nursing uniform. She picked up the car keys, and just as she was about to get out and I followed her anxiously waiting for my chance, she suddenly turned to me and said, "One last warning, Emily. Don't go out tonight; I'm warning you."

I gave her the look we both got used to and said, "okay, okay, as you say."

But this time, I felt that something in her look was different. She stood quietly and said, "You will be sixteen in two days. If I receive a call from the police department regarding your involvement in anything, that will be the end."

"You're going to leave me," I said sarcastically.

She said with a dead serious look, "Yes, Emily, I'm leaving you in jail."

I laughed sarcastically, and I'm not sure if her words were serious or just another threat from her to add to the list of things that haven't worked with me.

Mom left after that without any other word, and I kept looking behind her until she disappeared from my sight; then I heard the sound of the door of the house closing and then the sound of her car engine, until the sounds disappeared and everything calmed down.

I saw my picture with her; I was seven or six. I'm not sure when I last took a picture with my mother; the situation has changed drastically since then; we no longer, how shall I put it, know each other.

And while I was looking at that image that I always wanted to smash, the house bell rang.

I went to the kitchen with my cold steps, then I poured out the rest of the milk and put the empty cup on the table. That was my move to always anger my mother After a long day of work. I went to my room and started to change my clothes, and the house bell did not stop ringing.

And after I took my time and finished, I went downstairs and opened the door to be met by that grin similar to mine, my two whores, a punch in the face, that was our usual greeting since the fourth grade, Mark, my bad guy, one year older than me but clumsy, like a ten-year-old. he used to put That lollipop in his mouth, a sweet-loving bastard, he couldn't live without sugar, Mark was like any teenager, messy blond hair, blue eyes, very thin, and that stupid hat on the middle of his hair that he never took off, but what I saw was different from all other teenagers Those eyes that radiate madness, what made me fall for him, not as lovers, Ew, but we have a bond of some kind, that we don't understand.

Mia suddenly screamed at me, my soulmate. Mia, she looks like that group of eccentric teenagers who put piercings everywhere their hands reach, except that her parents are a little strict, so she settled for a small one in her nose, some locks of colored hair, and black eyeliner that had always covered her eyes, She looked like emo guys, but far from them. Mia was the coolest rocker you'd ever met. She looked a lot like Jade from Hollywood Arts. I have to say they were twins. Yes, my mom used to make me watch those shows when I was young.

me, I have to say that I am not what some would expect. Many people might think when they hear about me, that I really look like a gangster, but I was normal to a terrifying degree.

I had normal brown wavy hair, gray eyes, I didn't have the blatant beauty of my school's famous plastic girls, and I didn't have those techniques that made me look like a model, I was just normal.

I was making the least effort to change my appearance. Some of those who do not know me may think that I am a nerd, and this is what makes the deal profitable. Right, I mean, who would think that this quiet girl, who may seem like an outcast, is the mastermind of all this. Now we are beginning to understand each other.

After Mia screamed at me, she pulled out a fire extinguisher from behind her back. I said boredly, understanding what she meant, "We did that in the seventh grade."

Mark launched that sarcastic ha that he is famous for, and then said, "I told you."

Mia buffed bored and then said, "The toilet papers, then."

I rolled my eyes and then said, "Are we in kindergarten or what?"

Mia started playing with her hair and then said, "What do we have to do for this year, then, we've literally tried everything."

My smile began to widen as I looked at them evilly, Mark shouted excitedly and then said, "This is what I was looking for. Tell me, tell me, tell me."

I closed the door of the house behind me while I was moving forward, then I said, "We will break into the school."

They said together at the same time "we are in"

I raised my hand, stopping their excitement before it started and then said, "Not only that."

He looked at me expectantly, and continued, "You know, Eddie and Tiffany decorated a school for Halloween, so maybe we'll take advantage of that. We'll have a competition."

Mia growled again, then said, "What nonsense?"

I said excitedly, "We're going to turn off all the electricity in the school, and place bets on who will find that hand that Miss Heizer has hidden."

Mark said excitedly, "That hand they said belonged to the body of someone who had recently died."

Mark, "Then I have to tell everyone that the party is at school."

That bastard, as I expected, was planning a party, and while Mark started making his calls jumping excitedly, Mia and I were in the back sharing a piece of gum that I had accidentally found in her jacket pocket.

And when we got to school, everyone was already standing in the woods near the school backyard. Wow right, the power that we have might sound like an exaggeration, but here we are.

Apart from me, Mark, and Mia, there were at least thirty other people; some of them looked like Mark, the girls somehow tried to be like Mia, but I was the only piece of my kind.

I stood on top of that big log and said out loud, "OK bitches, we're going to start betting now. You can enter in groups of twos or fours.The first one to reach the hand is the winner."

Shouts began to rise in the place with the smoke that came out of the cigarettes that some people drank, until the voice of that idiot Simon came out from among everyone, saying, "And what will the winner get? It's certainly not the money."

That motherfucker's father owns the city's most famous car agency, so a handful of money has no appeal to him.We all have enough money for us, frankly, but to be more clear, the betting money that we take without the knowledge of our parents is always the best for those things that we want to buy without anyone noticing. But that law is clearly not for those like Simon.

But before I started to pick a fight with him, Mark pulled a keychain out of his pocket. I recognized it immediately, and then he said in his usual excited tone, "I have a keychain of the back storage, and I'm sure Eddie put all the fireworks in it this morning."

That bitch bastard, I looked at him in shock and yelled, "Mark!"

He shrugged and then I said, "You didn't give it to me."

He said boredly, "You didn't ask."

And before I could say anything else, the screams came again, and everyone started lining up in groups of two or four, and then they headed to the school. Mia rolled her eyes at my behavior, then headed towards Mark, who took out another piece of candy and began to eat it and headed to school, while for some reason I couldn't identify it, my mother's warning words began repeating themselves in my head again, but that didn't stop me from moving after them.

This will be a hell of a night.

After about an hour or less, I don't know exactly, I was sitting with Mia in Miss Heizer's office. We found the hand after about five minutes of searching, I think. Its location was much expected. Everyone was searching in all the school's laboratories. They also searched Miss Heizer's room where we're sitting now, all of them did, literally all of them, but since I entered the school with Mia and Mark, I automatically headed into the kitchen with Mia behind me.

These idiots really think it's someone's dead hand. While it was originally made of a material, I didn't pay attention to exactly know what it was made of, Mia saw her while she was making it. It was in the fridge next to Natalie's candy. gross, After we ate the candy we found in the office, we waited for everyone to leave, unfair ha

The school was full of those little flash lights of the torches with which we entered the school with. Eddie could easily have noticed our presence, but he was not smart enough and ate those sweets that Mark gave him, and now he is in a deep sleep.

I don't know where Mark went exactly. He disappeared after we entered Miss Heizer's office, and honestly, I'm starting to feel suspicious that he'd been missing for so long

I went to look for him.

As Mia was reading my thoughts, so without saying a word, she began to follow me as she opened the doors of the rooms on the other side, while we walked together in the hall of the second floor,

As we were heading to the first floor, we saw a red light. Panic started literally creeping into me with Mia. This can't be what we don't want to happen,

Mia and I began to run, cursing Mark loudly. We continued running for several minutes, until we reached the open area between the school playground and the storage room. Mark was laughing with some other idiots, and it seemed from their staggering movement that they were drunk.

I yelled at the top of my voice, "Damn Mark, what the fuck are you doing?"

Mark and those with him had opened the storage room and now stood with some fireworks in their hands, and before I could say anything else, the fireworks began to go off, decorating the sky with colors. That would have been a wonderful sight in different circumstances, but now the whole town would know we were in school.

And while Mia and I try our best to stop these tics from what they're doing, we love trouble, yeah, but this could really land us in jail, and we've never been to this point before.

I started fighting with Mark over that burning piece of firearm in his hand, and while we were quarreling over it, a shot was fired from it towards the storage room.

And here we stopped, time and sound stopped, and everything.

And before I was even aware of the shock, it started with a small spark. Then a minute did not pass, and the room ignited, so that all the fireworks went off one by one, while we all started running in fear for our lives, and the place was filled with our screaming, and the fireworks continued to go off.

I didn't wait for Mia or Mark to come and I started running out, but my run didn't last long, my feet caught something, and I fell directly on my face. I didn't need lights to see what was holding my feet, the fireworks were enough to light up the universe, to find that I had been stuck in a trap. Fantastic, I'm screwed.