Everyone sees me as the good kid. The angel. Quite frankly, I could care less about my reputation as the good kid. It's just a mask, a way to get on people's good sides. 

"Hey James!" a kid exclaimed in the background. "Can you pass me an eraser?"

'Don't make a scene.'

"Yeah sure," I forced a smile and handed him an eraser. An eraser I knew I would never get back, yet still gave him regardless. Seeing his smile made it oh-so-worth it.

"Thanks James!"

It's why everyone likes me. Yet, I never actually go out on Halloween as an angel. I go as a demon. Nobody expects the good kid to go as a figure of malevolence, but that's what makes me...happy.

"Trick or Treat!" a kid cheered, gleefully. 

"How about a trick?" I asked, placing a plastic spider in the basket. The kid screamed, throwing the spider out of the basket as they bolted away from the house. I couldn't help but inwardly chuckle at that. Closing the door, I waited for the next child to arrive.

"James! Stop tricking the kids!" Mom yelled, much to my annoyance. Ruining my Halloween fun. She must've heard the scream, but I was not about to let my parent ruin my night.

It's the one time of the year I don't have to fake a friendly smile. The one time I don't have to act nice just to be on people's good sides. It's me embracing my true colors. It's like my own Halloween tradition. While little kids can go trick-or-treating, I can be the jerk I knew I was inside. And nobody was going to make me stop this tradition.