Karen's Haunted House by Ann M. Martin

Author:Ann M. Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2016-08-23T04:00:00+00:00

Halloween Problems

I will show her, I thought. I will show Druscilla that she should leave being Cinderella to someone who really knows how to be Cinderella.

On Sunday I did not go to the haunted house to decorate. Our room was almost finished, and I wanted to work on my Halloween costume. Now I was in my room, trying on my fake glass slippers and my gown and my cape with the fake fur.

I looked gigundoly wonderful. Elizabeth’s old party dress fit me perfectly. It was lovely. My slippers looked like real glass slippers. And the cape was just the right touch. But I was not finished. I would have to do something with my hair. I decided to ask Kristy to give me a princessy hairdo on Halloween.

What else did I need? I thought back to the movie. Cinderella had a fancy necklace. I searched through my jewelry box and found a very fancy necklace with crystal beads on it. Perfect! And gloves. I needed fancy white party gloves. I remembered seeing some in the back of one of my drawers. They were behind my old, too small bathing suit.

My fake glass slippers had little heels on them, and I practiced walking. I decided I would have to wear tights with them, to be warm.

There was no doubt about it. I would be the best Cinderella on Halloween night.

“Karen, dinner,” called Nannie from downstairs.

Oh, boy! I realized I was starving. Working on my costume had used up a lot of energy. I peeled off my costume and ran downstairs. I raced into the kitchen and grabbed a place next to Kristy.

“I am so huungryyyy,” I sang. “Hungry is whaaat I am. There is nooobody as huungggryyyyy as me.”

Nannie smiled at me. “Good. I hope you are ready for spaghetti and meatballs.”

“Yum!” I said. Nannie piled my plate high.

“Speaking of spaghetti and meatballs,” said Sam, “they kind of look like brains. Maybe I could use them at the haunted house.”

Charlie swirled some spaghetti on his fork. “You are right,” he said. “It does look like brains. And we all know your classmates could use some more brains.”

Sam snorted. “You are just jealous,” he said. “Because our room is so much scarier than your room. And because my costume is so much cooler than your costume. And because I have sold more tickets to the haunted house than you have.”

“What?” cried Charlie. “You are dreaming. Your room is totally lame. Your costume stinks. And I have sold way more tickets than you.”

“You have not!” said Sam.

“Have too!” said Charlie.

Elizabeth sighed and tapped her spoon against her water glass. “Stop it, you two. I do not know what the matter is with you lately. You have been bickering over everything. Now just be quiet for the rest of dinner, please.”

Sam glared at Charlie. Charlie glared at Sam. I ate my spaghetti and meatballs. It was nice not being the one told to be quiet, for a change.

“So, I have bought two bat houses,” said Daddy cheerfully.

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