Nonfictional Narrative: A Day At The Hunt

Nonfictional narrative

The house is decorated with streamers on the walls and paper skeletons taped to the bathroom doors, there is a cake on the counter, everyone is getting ready to head out for a couple hours [or a hour, depending if I am still willing to keep going or not], the sun is almost set, and everybody is dressed up and ready to start the hunt tonight. If you couldn’t already tell, there are 2 special occasions today[but for most people it is only one special occasion], the day that kids walk upon the streets while dressed up in either monster costumes or as their favorite cartoon/movie/TV character and go door to door, asking for candy at the houses with the lights on. The other occasion, however, is one that can happen any day of the year, one that is celebrated for one or more people at a single time[but only usually only one at a time] and everyone gives the person who is celebrated on this day presents and afterwards[or before] everyone eats cake and ice cream[They don’t always eat ice cream though, and I think pie is better than cake for this occasion]. I like to call this time of year cavity season.
At the start of this day, I go to school[if it is on a Monday or Tuesday], learn some stuff that doesn’t really help me get a job, go home and prepare for the
After we have eaten our cake, my mother opens her presents and says thank you to all of us. The last thing I do on this glorious night is take out my hunting results to trade with others and if I have candy I don’t like, then I put it in a basket on the kitchen table and put it there for my parents to eat. Then I sleep for the living nightmare which is also known as school, for I know that it will be terrible. I wonder how other people celebrate cavity season. Although I'm pretty sure that most people celebrate it the same way [at least in