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
hunt. The first thing I do to get ready is find my hunting equipment, which is the pumpkin with made of plastic with a handle which carries my victims, my white and miniature body bag for when I run out of room in the face pumpkin, my disguise which is used to lure the prey in, and my assistants, which get their own victims and they help me get home.
Each year I go searching with [sometimes] my mother and my sister, Lauren. This particular hunt was going pretty well until my sister messed up the mating call, which was trick or treat, instead she said “Merry christmas” which made me and her laugh. Surprisingly though, the guardian gave us the candy anyway, despite my sisters incorrect mating call. [By the way the guardian laughed as well.] Lauren’s disguise was the barn god, which brings cheese, milk, and beef upon us humans. My disguise was of the species of humans that ride motorcycles in most of their spare time.
Although upon this particular hunt, I got a bit too greedy, there was a stop were the guardians would give me my prize if I went inside their home, looking back on this event I realized that I shouldn’t have but I didn’t know better at the time. Lauren tried to warn me not to go in there, but she was too late, I went inside and got my reward unharmed, the guardians there were very old and there were a lot of them in there. I think that it was a mini retirement home of some sort, but I never found out. Lauren scolded me for going in there without permission and I said that I was sorry and I’ll never do it again.
After the hunt though, Is when the fun begins, we all sit down at the dining room table and sing the happy birthday song so we can then eat cake.
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
America]