The Great Preparations."This is the BEST time of the year," I say to my best friend Alex.
He shakes his head. "Sam, I don't get why. I mean, Christmas is SOOO much better. You get presents and crap."
"Yeah, but in today's society, you're told basically what to look and act like. On Halloween, you can be whatever you want. You can show who you are with your costume and it's kinda like giving society a big slap in the face," I argue back.
I shift on my bed, opening my notebook. I love Halloween so much, I dedicated a stack of notebooks to this holiday. Every year, starting at the year I learned to write, I've had every single costume idea. I learned to write when I was 5, and now I'm 16. Each year gets it's own notebook. It's all very organized.
"Whatever," he says, dropping the argument all together. "What are you going to be this year?"
"I'm going super simple. Scarecrow." My costume is inspired by the scarecrow from the Wizard of Oz.
"Really? Every year since you where 8 you've been something gory and disturbing. Is there some metaphor in the costume?"
Here's what you need to know about me: I have hidden meanings in basically everything I do. But not this time.
"Nope." I shake my head. "Since this is my last year, I wanted to tone things down a bit."
"Trick-or-treating. My foster mom says I'm too old for this now."
"How are you going to make this last year special?"
"Oh, trust me, we're doing something crazy awesome."
I hop down from my truck, slamming the door. My 13 year old sister, Stephanie, gets out of the passenger side.
We walk towards the Halloween Havoc, my favorite store.
I pull open the glass door, a bell ringing above my head. Stephanie follows behind me.
"Halloween is TOMORROW. You need to decide," I say. I see some face stitches that you just stick on, with latex probably. Perfect. I grab that off the shelf.
"I know," she says.
"Why don't you just be a doll?" I ask, smirking. Steph is TERRIFIED of dolls.
"Okay, cool," she says. I stop in my tracks and look at her.
"Really?" I grab her wrist before she answers and go to the basic makeup aisle. I look for the lightest foundation, Vampire Haze. I grab some black pencil eyeliner and the brightest red lipstick, Bloody Mary.
I look at my sister, figuring out what to do with her. She's petite, which is great for a porcelain doll look. Her skin is perfect, and her bright blue eyes are glassy already. I must say, she makes a perfect doll.
Finally, we end up at an amazing place: Millie's Vintage Clothes and Etc.
I drag Steph behind me, her complaining about being hungry.
I find the perfect pink, lacy dress. It's actually exactly her size. I find a brown velvet skirt, and an old farmer's shirt.
"Sam! I'm hungry!" Steph says loudly.
"Fine. We'll go to Chick-Fil-A. I just needed to buy these." I walk over to the desk and watch as Millie, an 87 year old woman, scans the tags.
"That'll be $24, dear," she says quietly.
I hand her the cash and smile.
"Thanks, Millie," I say, grabbing my bag.
We head over to Chick-Fil-A, and I know already that this Halloween will be perfect. I smile all the way through lunch and when we get home.