Chapter 3: Trick or Treating

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"Let's go, hurry up. The bewitching hour is about to begin." Dave called up the stairs.

Dani came running down the stairs and jumped at her dad, making him recoil and pretend to be scared.

Max slumped down the stairs as well, in a cap and sunglasses.

"What are you supposed to be, Max?" His dad asked.

"A rap singer." Max numbly replied.

"Oh. Well then your hat should be on sideways, shouldn't it?" Dave reached up and fixed it.

"Say Halloween!" Jenny exclaimed, holding up her camera.

"Halloween!"

"Halloween!"

Dani and Dave shouted, while Max just stood there.

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Max sat on the steps of a house, checking his watch as Dani came back from getting her candy.

"Lighten up Max." Dani rolled her eyes.

"Can we go home now?" Max whined.

"Max?" A voice called.

Max and Dani looked over to see (Y/n) walking up to them.

"Oh, hey (Y/n). What are you doing here?"

"I was just on my way to work. You doing some trick or treating?" She asked.

"I'm just taking my sister Dani around." Max shrugged, gesturing to his sister.

"Well hello there. I like your costume." (Y/n) commented.

"Thanks. I'm a big fan of witches." Dani said.

"Hmm...well so am I." She winked.

The three heard a commotion and turned to see Jay, Ice and few of their friends terrorizing some kids, taking their candy and throwing pumpkins into the street.

"Ugh, great." (Y/n) muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Let's just go this way." Max suggested, but Dani held her head up and went to walk past them.

"She's brave, I'll give her that." (Y/n) shrugged.

Ice put his foot up to block Dani's path. "Ding ding. Ding ding."

"Stop and pay the toll kid." Jay demanded.

"Ten chocolate bars, no licorice." Ice said.

"Dump out your sack."

"Drop dead. Moron." Dani insulted.

The guys 'oohed' at her response and Ice got in her face.

"Yo, twerp. How'd you like to be hung off that telephone pole?" Ice threatened.

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