It was Halloween a couple of days later, and I was walking to school in dress pants, shirt, tie, suit jacket, and a fedora. Mr. Black had, of course, announced that we were once again allowed to come to school in costumes on Halloween. And I was, of course, convinced by Sheryl to come as a detective, although there was no way that I was going to go as Watson.
"Hey James!" Sheryl caught up from behind me, with a deerstalker on her head and a pipe in her hand.
She took a look at my costume and said, "Well, it's not Watson, but at least you came as a detective. Are you... Philip Marlowe?"
Sheryl gave me a smile. Just then, a voice from behind us yelled, "Hey guys!"
We turned around and saw that it was Samantha, heading towards us in her costume. She was dressed up as a witch. Not one of those scary witches though; I guess you could say that she was one of the cute ones.
As Samantha ran towards us, her foot got caught on the end of her robe and she tripped, falling down onto the ground.
Concerned, Sheryl and I ran towards her to make sure that she was alright. Luckily, she got up and gave us a sheepish smile. Sheryl and I let out a breath of relief.
Then, the three of us continued on our way to a fun Halloween at school.