Halloween Descriptive Writing

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My mask felt funny and it cut off my peripheral vision. My hands trembled and I stuffed them in the pockets of my black dress. I breathed in slowly, trembling, then I breathed in again, less shaky this time. You can do this, I told myself. The moon hugged the sky above me and wind shook the orange leaves on the maple trees. The aroma was sweet. Way behind me I could hear the chattering of kids trick-or-treating. Autumn was always my favorite season, but Halloween was hard for me. It was one of those loud holidays that forced me to talk to a lot of people; almost as bad as Christmas. I can do this. You have a problem with social anxiety, the school counselor, whose mustache smiled above his lips, had told me, And that is okay as long as …show more content…

I dreaded social events. Swarming people buzzing all around me making so many noises that I couldn’t distinguish one sound from another. Places with too many people made me feel like I was drifting, a ghost living between dimensions. I breathed methodically as I approached the door to the party. I can do this. I’d found a loophole in the assignment. I found a way to go to a social event, but not go. It was a Halloween party, and as such I could wear a mask. A cheesy, skull mask that hid my forehead to my nose. Nobody here could recognize me today or tomorrow. Sure my mouth was still showing, but that didn’t matter. I didn’t have distinctive teeth or anything.
With my mask I could be somebody else for the night, somebody who liked parties, somebody who wasn’t afraid, who could talk to other people without thinking twice. I can do this.
I knocked on the door, which dripped with fake blood, that humorously said Enter at Your Own Risk. My fist only had time to hit the door once before it jarringly swung wide open.
“Hey skeleton chick,” a large boy dressed as a bottle of ketchup said, “Sweet, come on …show more content…

Decorative pillows lined the wall. I glanced out at the moon, it’s calming white light. For a moment the buzzing noises that the crowd gave weren’t so bad, weren’t so loud, so distracting.
He gently placed both of his hands on both of mine and then leaned in to kiss me. In the half a second it took him to do it I nearly had a panic attack. My first kiss, that was it, my first kiss from this skeleton whose name I didn’t know. My mouth hung open but I had no visible expression under the mask. I was frozen again.
“Sorry,” he said coyly, “It’s just... I’ve wanted to do that for years.” He looked at me with bright eyes and laughed. “I’ve missed you.”
I meant to say what. My mouth was doing the motions but the words were stuck in my throat. My eyes were wide and remained on him.
“When you said you couldn’t make it here tonight,” he said, looking ahead at the guests, “Ugh, it was just the worst. But I believed you would come anyway. I wore the costume, and now here you are!” He smiled a young sort of smile, a gullible and free smile. “I haven’t seen you for so long, Susan” he said.
My heart beat in my ears.
“I’m not Susan,” I squeaked.
He still smiled as though there were no worries in the world, He looked at me,

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