That Halloween Night

"You can't be Voldemort!" cried Isabella. She stomped her feet like a five year old. Dumbledoor came running inbetween her feet, and flipping her over on to her bottom.
"Isabella..." I was trying to negociate. It was the night before Halloween and both of us had planned to scare the daylights out of other Harry Potter fans by dressing up as Voldemort. It was something that had gone throughout our family ever since our mother was a child back in California. And we planned for it to continue.
"I don't care, Aaron. I want to go as Voldemort," she crossed her hands. Despite her behavior, my sister happens to be a straight A 13 year old that can be mature when she wants to be. This was not one of those moments. "Mommy, tell Aaron that he can't be Voldemort this Halloween. He was Voldemort last Halloween and the Halloween before that. It's not fair," she cried. I put my hands behind my back and reached for her ear. She stopped and watched my hand. I drew the cookie from behind her ear. She jumped up and down. I handed her the cookie and left. I know battering isn't a good way to get what you want, but it made my sister less disappointed, and when she's happy, it always made me happy.
As I pulled the Voldemort mask over my head, I could only think about how I was going to wave the wand around and around. We had just moved here, so I didn't know anybody; so how was I going to pull this off without knowing who's a fan or not... Ehh I'll figure it out.
Our door bell rang and Dumbledoor went nuts at the front of the stairs. He pounced at me.
"I wonder who that could be," I said, holding the husky in my arms. He weighed a ton, although he was still only a few months old. Dumbledoor had a white coat with wise grey-blue eyes. And I'm just going to say this: Dumbledoor, sadly, is the cry blanket in the family.
As I reached for the door, I peered through the ornate glass. In my head I heard, dun dun dun dun. It was my sister's friend, Sandra. I was truly afraid of her. She had been stalking me ever since we first moved here. Often when walking to school, I would have to wear a hoodie to go unnoticed.
Call me paranoid, but there has been many pictures in the house that have gone missing after Sandra comes over. Many times Isabella will find her in my bedroom, holding one of my shirts. I didn't think there was anything wrong with her. Just that she creeped Isabella and I the hell out.
"Hi, is Aaron here?" she asked turning around. She wore the costume of Harry Potter. When she looked up at me she stopped and ran screaming down the lawn. God, if I had known that the mask would keep her away, I would have worn it all the time.
"Aaron, who was that?" asked Isabella. I turned around. She was dressed as a pixie.
"Just a trick-or-treater. I told them to leave," I said. She smiled.
"Good."
"Now lets go before all the candy's gone okay?" I asked. She nodded. Getting the candy was Isabella's favorite thing to do besides eating it. And when she found out she had to dress up, she was more than disappointed. But when our mom offered to just buy candy instead, Izzy decided to go with me.

For the rest of the night, many people were afraid of my costume. Of course I went behind Izzy to make it look like I was stalking her. People ate it up faster than the people in California or Oregon did.
By the end of the night, we had gotten more candy than we had bargined for, and we decided to start heading home.
"This is going to last us the entire year!" yelled Izzy with delight. I almost laughed.
"Iz, I think any weird guy on this street would pay to see a 13 year old in the shortest costume that was ever built," I said. She frowned for just a second before returning to her beam.
"Yeah but it works so well!" she said, picking a piece of candy from the bag. She handed me one as well. I tore it open. Mmmm... Baby Ruths. I took my mask off and ate.
As we rounded the corner, I heard "Aaron!". I stopped in my tracks. It was Sandra's voice. I heard her footsteps behind us. Izzy turned around. I grabbed her hand and ran so fast that Izzy looked like a rag doll being dragged behind me.
"Wheee!" she yelled. I smiled and ran to our front door, opened it, and slamed it as hard as I could. It was better if I hadn't had taken off the mask. I sighed. Hey, I still had the Baby Ruth to finish, and Sandra was outside. I was happier than Britney Spears when she first got her driver's permit (I'm only shooting in the dark here).
"Why were we running from Sandra, Aaron?" Iz asked. I sighed.
"That girl is a weirdo, Izzy. I'd rather see you dating that guy from the bookstore than hanging out with Sandra," I admitted. I hated to hurt Isabella's feelings, but this was the truth. Sandra was more likely to murder my sister versus be her friend. And I really couldn't stand her. I sat and put my head between my legs. Izzy sat down next to me.
"I'm sorry, Aaron." Her voice cracked. I wrapped my arms around her. Even though my sister chose the weirdest of friends, she was my only sister. She began to cry in my arms and I held her tighter. Now I felt bad. I had made her cry because I snapped.
A sudden BANG BANG BANG made my sister stop crying. I jumped with every bang, causing my sister to laugh. I smiled, but still wondering what was going outside. I pulled back the curtain. Eggs were being thrown out the window.
"Aaron. What's happening?" asked Isabella.
"We're being egged," I said. Izzy's faced darkened as she picked up the matches off the counter. I watched her every move to make sure she was going to burn the house down. She grabbed flameable things around the house, lit them, and then threw them at the eggers. I laughed. That was my sister.
"And stay away!" she screamed. I looked over her shoulder. Sandra was the last one running away. Over her shoulder, she screamed:
"Don't worry, Aaron! I'll wait for you!" I snort. "Don't waste your breath!" I yelled back. Izzy and I start laughing when Sandra almost gets hit by a car. It's not our fault. We had the worst sense of humor and it happened to be inherited by our mother and father. Our mom almost died laughing at a cat that caught on fire once.
"We shouldn't be laughing," Izzy said. We stop and pull on our serious faces for exactly ten seconds before bursting into laughter, only harder this time.
"What are you guys laughing at?" our mom came up from behind us. We grew gravely silent. Once our mom saw what our neighbors decided to do to our house, it wasn't going to be pretty.
"Um... bye," I said, grabbing Dumbledoor and Izzy and running down the stairs to our basement. We heard our dad came down the stairs. Both of them started yelling and screaming at our neighbors.
"Clean this up!"
"You better give us a basket after what you've done to our house!"
"Those windows better be sparkly when I look through them!"
"You heard her! Crystal clear like diamonds!"
"Are you really expecting our childern to clean this up?! They've done nothing wrong but have a little Halloween fun! You have ruined our house."
And at the end, we heard: "Now thats a hell lot better! Thanks!"
We crept up the basement stairs, creeping into our rooms and sleeping the night away in the safety of two psycho parents who love our house spotless.