Gross, Hilarious Halloween

Hi
Haiiiii! This is my first story on the wiki. It's kinda childish but funny at the end ;)

NOTE: The whole story is copied & pasted from a Microsoft Word document.

Enjoy!

- User:Kittycat79 Kittycat79 ]][[User talk:Kittycat79|Miststorm Preys On You... ]] 00:09, October 16, 2013 (UTC)

~ Main Characters ~
Tracy - girl with pale skin, freckles, longish dirty blonde hair, pale blue eyes & vampire costume; 11yrs nearly 12

Gretchen - girl with pale skin, brown hair, dark blue eyes & gray tabby cat costume; 12yrs

Diana - girl with tanned skin, blonde hair, green eyes & a triceratops costume; older sister of Derek; 10yrs

Derek - boy with whitest skin ever, freckles, brown hair, brown eyes & T-rex costume; younger brother of Diana; 8yrs

Crista - girl with slightly tanned skin, ash-blonde dyed shoulder-length hair, blue-green eyes & wasp costume; 13yrs

~ Chapter 1 ~
Tracy opened the front door of her house, licking one of her fake plastic vampire fangs. They were a little uncomfortable.

“Happy Halloween!” There was a pair of kids on the dark ruddy brick stoop. One had a gray triceratops costume, the other a green-and-red tyrannosaurus rex. They were carrying a plastic pumpkin basket each, and the triceratops had a lock of blonde hair poking out the back of her outfit’s head.

“Hi Diana and Derek!” Tracy greeted her friends.

“So, how’s the Halloween party going?” Diana questioned cheerfully. “Who came?”

“Um…” Tracy thought for a moment. “Laila, Billy, Carlos, Emma, Juman, Taylor, Crista and Riley I’m pretty sure.” Diana tucked the bit of hair into her costume again and glanced at her eight-year-old little brother Derek, who was staring at the giant jack-o-lantern poster on the wall of Trace’s home. “Mum forced me to bring Derek along,” she apologized to her friend. “None of his dumb little buddies are old enough to host parties, so he would’ve just stayed home all night. Not allowed to trick-or-treat alone either.” She sighed.

“It’s fine,” Tracy assured her. “The more, the merrier! Come on in! It’s freezing out here.” She turned and led Diana and her brother into the house, Diana ordering Derek to shut the door behind them at the last second.

Inside it was brightly lit with candles and jack-o-lanterns, but otherwise dark with shadows gathered in the corners. Streamers hung on the walls, with a huge “HAPPY HALLOWEEN” banner attached to the ceiling.

Tables were set up everywhere, topped with food and drink and trick-or-treating baskets overflowing with candy. Kids filled the house, dancing, chatting, eating or just hanging around. Music blasted from various speakers. It was an awesome celebration altogether.

“Put your baskets anywhere you’ll remember them,” Tracy said, and ran off to where a tray of chocolate werewolf and bat cookies sat, some already taken. A girl with ash-blonde dyed hair named Crista stood there.

Tracy picked up a wolf biscuit, but Crista knocked it out of her hand. “Hey, that’s the last one!” she said, and grabbed the cookie. Wrinkling her nose in annoyance at the stuck-up thirteen-year-old, Tracy picked up a bat biscuit instead and walked over to where her red tabby cat, Rocko, was lying on the mantle above the burning fireplace. His long tail was waving as he licked a front paw, eyes half-closed. Tracy stroked his silky-furred back, and he purred. “You’re loving the affection you’re getting from all these guests, aren’t you?” she baby-talked to him. He twitched an ear and laid his head down on the smooth wooden surface.

Tracy kissed him between the ears and went over to where Diana was chatting with Juman, an eleven-year-old dark-skinned Arabian girl. Derek was nowhere to be seen. Probably eating, Tracy silently guessed.

“Hi!” she said, taking a bite of her cookie. It was delicious. “What do you think of the party, D?”

“Awesome!” Diana replied excitedly. She had turned ten yesterday, and still had that hyper, silly little kid attitude. “I’ve already eaten about six choc-coated weird-shaped strawberries – or mud-covered zombie guts, it says on the sign.” She giggled. “Juman just told me about her new Nintendo she got for her birthday. Her big brother Zane taught her how to work it after a month of it just sitting there on her desk doing nothing!” She reached into her pocket and brought out a packet of Pop Rocks, tipping some into her mouth. “Want some?” she said to Juman and Tracy. Ju accepted the offer but Tracy didn’t. “Nah, I don’t really like the sensation. It hurts my tongue sometimes.”

“Suit yourself!” Diana laughed, and was about to shove the pack into her pocket again when Crista walked over. “Gimme that candy!” she demanded. Suddenly shaking, Diana quickly handed it to her, and Cris stomped away, pouring the little lollies down her throat like there was no tomorrow.

“Why did you even invite her? She’s really mean!” D complained. “I’m sorry,” Tracy apologized, whispering. “She forced me to, and said that if I didn’t she’d throw me down the school’s wishing well tomorrow.” Instead of continuing the conversation, Trace turned to admire the rest of the kids. Most were energetically dancing and giggling and munching candy, but she sought out one in particular.

Then she spotted him – it was Billy, her school crush. He was petting Rocko, and just as Tracy was about to run over and say hi a happy, panting, familiar voice sounded at the door, and Tracy whirled around.

Sure enough, it was Gretchen, the brown-haired, blue-eyed class clown who was super sporty and hard not to laugh with every time she cracked one of her famous jokes. Pretty much everyone liked her. Except the stuck-up bully Crista, of course.

“Hey ya’ll!” she yelled. Gretchen was wearing a gray tabby cat costume, complete with face makeup for whiskers and nose. She also carried a bright blue tray, which the Halloween party’s host was curious about. Forgetting Bill, she raced over with thin dirty blonde hair streaming out behind her.

“Hey Gretchen!” Tracy exclaimed. “Happy Halloween! Whatcha got there?” “Hi Trace, and you’ll see!” G headed over to the main table, where most of the food including the mini chocolate fountain, was, and set down her tray. Everyone noticed and gathered around the pair.

Tracy stared at Gretch’s item with complete shock. Why in the world would she bring that?

~ Chapter 2 ~
“This,” Gretchen announced proudly, “Is an edible cat litter tray!” Trace gazed at her friend in wonder. Where did she get that idea?

“Well, the tray’s made out of plastic so you can’t eat that, but the cookie crumb kitty litter, chocolate poops and honey pee lumps are completely yummy and eatable. Who wants to try first?”

Everyone remained silent except Crista. “Ew!” she yelped.

“Alright then, I’ll have a go.” Gretch picked up a poo and popped it in her mouth. “Mmm! Who’s next?”

Carlos, who was quite a bit of a show-off macho man type twelve-year-old boy, made his way through the crowd. “I will!” he volunteered. Gretchen smiled and stepped back, and Carlos picked up a pee clump and ate it. “Delicious! I love honey.”

After that, everyone tried one bit, loving it. Tracy rolled a chocolate poop in some cookie crumb litter and tossed it in her mouth. Yum!

Gretchen shovelled some kitty litter on the pooper-scooper and ate that too.

Following a bit more of a dance, Tracy yelled into a toy microphone, “Okay, everyone! Let’s go light some sparklers outside! Get them here!” she put the mic down and prodded a bag.

Soon enough, every kid had a sparkler and they followed Trace out into the blackness of night, lighting the way with a few torches.

“That was SO fun!” They had just arrived back from the sparkler party, and everyone filed into the warm house. Crista ran up to the fake litter tray, pushing through the throng of kids and yelling “Outta my way! Coming through! Shove off, brats!” and picked up a poo, putting it in her mouth.

Suddenly her face screwed up. She started coughing and slapped her hand over her mouth. Then she ran down the hallway, slamming the bathroom door behind her while everyone stared in surprise.

Crista soon returned. Her face was green, and she coughed once more. “That wasn’t chocolate!” she screamed at Gretchen, who hid behind Tracy. “It was rea –“ Just then Rocko jumped from the top of a bookshelf and sat down. Crista gazed at the cat with fire in her blue-green eyes. “You wretched animal!” she growled, grabbed her coat and stormed out through the still-open door, retrieving her iPhone from her pocket and stomping down the driveway.

“Aw, come on!” Tracy yelled after her. “Gretchen would never put a real cat poop in the tray!” She looked at her friend for support.

“Yeah, I never would,” Gretchen said, and glanced at Rocko.

“But he might!”