While many people are attempting to write a book in one month, I’m admittedly a bit slower. I’ve been working on my sequel to Memoirs of an Ordinary Girl: The Middle-ish Ages since June, and I’m not halfway there yet. I’m ok with that as I would rather take my time on this project. I have mixed feelings about the continuing story of my heroine Drew, and I just want to get it right and keep the integrity of her character, even as she stares high school in the face. She will not be tainted by the horrors of teenage angst!
To prove that life does go on for Drew, here’s an uncorrected excerpt from Drew’s Halloween. Remember, the year is 1991.
Christmas in October
My friends and I all met at Joey’s Pizza Palace the Saturday night before Halloween so we could plan our attire for the day and for the collection of goodies that night. We all landed on the theme idea of Christmas, mostly at the prodding of Adrienne and me, who had recently amassed a collection of crazy Christmas socks and planned on wearing them as often as possible. We only had until Thursday to gather our costumes, and none of us could drive, so we had to be resourceful, and this seemed like a theme we could pull off.
Amid the scary masks and cutesie prep costumes, the red and green splendor my friends and I brought to campus was jolly indeed. Since Adrienne and I had been wearing our Christmas socks for about a month already anyway, we knew we had to add color and accessories. I wore red leggings under a pair of black shorts and a green silk blouse hanging loose over that. I couldn’t decide between my dancing reindeer or Frosty socks, so I wore one of each. Adrienne and I had both streaked our hair with alternating green and red food coloring stripes, wore wreath earrings, and decorative garland as boas. When my friends all gathered together that morning we all had to congratulate Anne for actually showing up dressed as a Christmas tree, adorned with ornaments, lights, and strung together popcorn. “Excellent costume. Nice trunk,” Shane said as he pulled off a piece of popcorn, tossed it up and caught it in his mouth.
Anne tried to playfully slap his hand, but without full range of motion, she simply swatted at air. “Don’t eat my popcorn, Shane.”
“Yeah, ok. It’s a little stale anyway, I think,” he replied, gagging a little for effect.
By lunchtime, Anne had only a few random kernels of popcorn hanging on. “I kid you not. A bird dive-bombed me when I was walking between buildings. I will never wear food again.”
Halloween is pretty much an eat junk and do nothing in school day, so my good mood could not be ruined, not even by Chip and Mr. Bunson or Mona and Violet. I had gotten back my first set of journals for Ms. Finch’s class and received an A and an encouraging note about my writing talent potential. It was a good day.
Mona was wearing a New Kids on the Block t-shirt with a balloon stuffed underneath. We made regretful eye contact when I entered chorus. “Ugh- what a scary costume ya’ll have’on. Yer givin’ me th’ begeevers, yer mask is sooo frightnen’!”
“Ugh- your insult is sooo unoriginal. And what the heck are you anyway?” I asked, because in spite of myself, I was curious.
“Jordan Knight’s preggers wiyfe, obviously,” Mona exclaimed, holding up her left hand and flitting her ring finger at me, on which she had placed a silly plastic dress-up ring. I hated to admit it, but it was original. So I only admitted it silently and to myself. Audibly, I simply grunted acknowledgement as I turned and flung my silver tinsel garland over my shoulder, purposely hitting Mona in the face with it.
While I scanned the costumes in the room after entering photography, Freddy Krueger snuck in behind me and placed his creepy blade-fingers, which were thankfully just plasticy-rubber, on my shoulder.
“Dustin? That better be you, so I can punch you.”
“You don’t like my costume?”
“Freddy gave me nightmares and I never once visited his creepy Elm Street either. I hate horror movies!”
“You’re pretty passionate about it.”
“Yes. Just the previews to those movies always freak me out, and there’s a poster up at the video store where his eyes follow you around,” I shivered.
Dustin laughed a bit at my misfortune. “Sorry. I was trying to decide between Freddy Krueger or Freddie Mercury, but I was out of wife beaters and spandex, and I already had this dingy red and black striped shirt. And it looks like you both, what, robbed the Polar Express?” he added, indicating Adrienne and I with a wave of his hand.
“Something like that,” she responded with a smile, pressing a button on her reindeer necklace that started playing “Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.”
(Just in case you’re wondering, yeah it’s copyrighted.)