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You run down the hall, turn the corner, and look back; it’s still behind you. You turn left, then right, then left again; it’s still there. You hide in the closet, hoping to escape its impending doom; it doesn’t work. You begin to run again, only faster, and turn back; it’s still there.
Not too long ago, princesses and pirates and ghosts and goblins roamed the streets citywide to celebrate the final night of the month. As soon as the sun vanished, countless scary witches and clowns (at least as scary as being 4-foot-5 allows) hopped from house to house, and, as they grew older, from neighborhood to neighborhood.
You walk into your next-period class. You take a quick glance before you take your seat, only to be reminded that you’d have to make it through the period solo. What could you do to pass the time? Listen to music? No, the earbuds would be too obvious. Text your friends? Nope, sneaking your phone would be too risky.