“Kelsie, we have to leave in 2 minutes!” I screamed to my 15 year old little sister. “I’m almost ready!” She creamed back. I swear when I was her age I didn’t even take that long to get ready. Plus today of all days we have to dress up for Halloween at school today. I’m almost 18, does it look like I want to dress up for Halloween anymore? No. It was almost 5 minutes after I screamed to Kelsie when she came walking down the stairs. Not only was she in an outfit that could probably get her sent home from school, but she also made us late so we’re going to make an entrance. When she finally got down the stairs she just looked me up and down. “You’re wearing that?” SHe asked in disbelief. “Um yes, mines appropriate for school and comfortable.” “You’re lame, Carter. It’s your last Halloween in high school, don’t you want to dress up a little more?” “The only thing I want is to leave- plus you’re probably going to get sent home so better call mom and tell her you’ll need a ride.” …show more content…
We fight over everything, it’s probably because I’m a mature almost 18 year old and she’s a stupid closed minded 15 year old. Tomorrow was Halloween which meant this week was spirit week and since we’re both football cheerleaders, we both had to dress up. This was going to be the best Halloween yet, not only because I turn 18 tomorrow but because my boyfriend is throwing a huge Halloween party. This is going to be really exciting. It only takes 8 minutes to get to school but today we were almost to the school when I see a huge traffic jam. There were probably 10 cars- and for my small town that’s a lot; not to mention the fire truck, ambulance, and police cars. Some drunk driver probably had a wreck, but me and Kelsie got out of Mall and looked at the crime scene. It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever