Personal Narrative: My Fall

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I've always liked Fall. I like the falling leaves and warm spice drinks and chilly air and nice sweaters and the generally spooky vibes. Fall is a good time for me. Nothing beats it, not even the summer. The most important part, though, is Halloween. Halloween cotumes, loads of spooky-themed candy, costume parties, scary movies, everthing about it was something I looked forward to all year. It's a tradition for my sister and I to make our Halloween costumes together and carve pumpkins - you know, the whole nine yards. Sometimes our dad would help, but usually it was just us and the dog outside. We would constantly be covered in some kind of paint or dye, whether it be fake blood, face paint, fabric paint, or some years even tea. (We got creative.) The costumes ended up being cool, …show more content…

I was hoping I'd figure it out when it was done, but I can tell you it isn't whatever this is." I shook my head and stood up to walk over to her splotchy monstrosity of a dress and considered it for a moment. "Could you dye the whole thing red?" "Just the entire thing? I guess..." She looked neither convinced nor impressed by my suggestion. "I don't want to, though. What would I do with a red dress? Maybe if I dyed it black?" The only problem with that was we didn't have all the dye in the world. we both kept looking at it, our hands on our hips. If there was an obvious answer, neither of us could think of it. It was at this moment, however, that Willie decided we were done wasting his time and trotted over to get our attention. His tail smacked over the black paint I had been using , which splattered up the dress from the bottom. We both gaped down at the paint, slowly oozing farther and farther up the dress. Brenn's shoulders sagged as the paint stopped after slanting its way to the chest of the dress. "Well . . ." She sighed, looking defeated. "What now? Do I start over?" "You could," I said, nodding along,"or you could find something better to do with

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