Halloween is approaching, a time of "ghouls and goblins" and cheap, tawdry, Gothic ceremonies. A time of back handsprings done on the wet football field and the sticky smell of candy corn hanging in the halls of school. Horror movies, slasher flicks, broken wrists and first report cards and neighbors' free jars of apply jam. Halloween has always been my favorite holiday not because of the candy, but because of the costumes hand-sewn or gathered. My mother has always made my costume. And I have always been the most creatively costumed kid in the class.
I'm excited for this Halloween season, because it's to be my very first Halloween in High School, with a dance that actually means something, and kids who don't care about creative costumes. I refuse to be that High School girl, the majority percent of High School girls who dress as a slutty animal. I refuse to be a High Schooler who bypasses trick-or-treating to go to some damned party at another High Schooler's house. This Halloween season is going to be an epic one. I can't tell if it's going to be good or bad, but I can tell that it's going to be epic. It feels as if I'm standing on the edge of something big, a cross-roads that I still haven't figured out. I have no maps. I only have an iPod and a cold bottle of soda.
I'm excited for this Halloween season, because it's to be my very first Halloween in High School, with a dance that actually means something, and kids who don't care about creative costumes. I refuse to be that High School girl, the majority percent of High School girls who dress as a slutty animal. I refuse to be a High Schooler who bypasses trick-or-treating to go to some damned party at another High Schooler's house. This Halloween season is going to be an epic one. I can't tell if it's going to be good or bad, but I can tell that it's going to be epic. It feels as if I'm standing on the edge of something big, a cross-roads that I still haven't figured out. I have no maps. I only have an iPod and a cold bottle of soda.
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I lost my most valued accessory recently. It was a necklace that Jason had sent me in mid-December of last year, one he had picked out for its resemblance to a ring I had bought and then lost. You'd think with my history of misplacing jewelry, he would have thought better of it. I lost this necklace due to a faulty connector attatched to the pendant. It was totally my fault, but of course, the pendant was dropped and I didn't notice until it was far too late. Gatsby was out of his kennel. My mother had vacuumed. My room was messy. The fates were faced against me. This accident was completely my fault, and so, when I broke the news to Jason, I hardly expected him to get me a replacement. But Jason is better than that. No more than a few days after I told him about the accident, I got word from Dobbl that I had mail from a certain boyfriend.
You know how, in the commercials, they always say, "You can take her breath away with a diamond."? I hate to say it, but it's true. This necklace around my neck literally took my breath away. I'm sure you've read my confessions of devotion to this boy, I'm sure you get the point, but I look down at this and wonder how in the world I managed to score someone this great. How did I manage to get the guy who cares? Or for that matter, how did I get him to care about me?
You know how, in the commercials, they always say, "You can take her breath away with a diamond."? I hate to say it, but it's true. This necklace around my neck literally took my breath away. I'm sure you've read my confessions of devotion to this boy, I'm sure you get the point, but I look down at this and wonder how in the world I managed to score someone this great. How did I manage to get the guy who cares? Or for that matter, how did I get him to care about me?
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