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From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking
We’re having a Halloween party at school.
I’m dressed up like Dracula. Man, I look cool!
I dyed my hair black and I cut off my bangs.
I’m wearing a cape and some fake plastic fangs.
I put on some makeup to paint my face white
like creatures that only come out in the night.
My fingernails, too, are all pointed and red.
There’s no doubt I look like the evil undead.
My mom drops me off and I run into school
and suddenly feel like the world’s biggest fool.
The other kids stare like I’m some kind of freak.
The Halloween party is not till next week.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2005. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 2
From the Book When the Teacher Isn't Looking
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