“So what are you guys planning to do this Halloween?” Kishi asked Lynx at Lynx’s house in Lynx’s room after school. Lynx’s room had pink walls, a wooden brown floor, and loads of posters- mostly of Eurovision stars and events.
Lynx shrugged. “Amanda and I were planning on trick-or-treating around the neighborhood,” she answered, “You guys can join if you want.”
“My mom’s making me a Kagamine Rin costume!” Amanda added happily.
Anima said, “I heard someone’s gonna dress up as Obama and Joe Biden.”
“Where’d you hear that from?” Lynx asked doubtfully.
Anima shrugged and slowly looked at Kishi, who was sitting on the floor next to her.
“Oh no. You didn’t hear that from me!” Kishi said, “And by the way, that is the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard in my entire life!”
“Oh come on, Kish!” Anima pleaded, “It’s perfect timing!”
“Nope. Nope. I’m not dressing up as the president!” Kishi insisted, “I’m going to dress up as a witch, and that’s final!”
“Aww!” Anima moaned. Now what the fuck was she supposed to dress up as? She had nothing. Fuck!
“So what are you dressing up as?” Kishi asked Lynx.
“You heard about the Hunger Games series?” Lynx answered.
“Yeah, that’s a movie, isn’t it?” Anima asked.
“Yeah, it was adapted from a book series,” Lynx continued, “Anyways, I was thinking about dressing up as Katniss from that series.”
The rest of the amigos looked at Lynx with confusion and apathy.
“You know… the main character. She’s that girl with the bow and arrows always on the movie posters.”
And then Kishi realized. “Oh, you mean that girl played by Jennifer Lawrence!”
Hey, maybe Anima could dress up as a famous movie character, too…
“So what the fuck are you two doing?” Anima asked Riley and Marilyn after dinner.
“Ain’t none of your damn business, little girl!” Riley answered rudely.
But Marilyn decided to blab out, “We fixin’ to watch Bring it On on DVD.” She held up the DVD cover, and Anima immediately figured out what she was going to be for Halloween.
“And what rating is Bring it On?” Katja asked suspiciously.
Before Riley and Marilyn could bullshit an answer, Ryan exclaimed, “It’s PG!”
Yeah… no it wasn’t. It was PG-13; Katja looked it up. “Uh-uh, you’re not watching that movie.”
“Oh my God!” Riley groaned, “It’s got a few naughty jokes and swear words! It’s not that big of a deal!”
“Yeah, and it’s got a good message too!” Marilyn added, “It’s about how white people steal from people of color and claim it as their own thing!”
“That is a good message,” Katja said, “But I’m pretty sure there’s a more appropriate movie with the same message.” She pointed to the front door and concluded with, “Goodbye, Marilyn. We’ll see you soon.”
Marilyn looked at Riley and said, “Bye, girl. See ya soon.” She then quietly closed the door and started walking away.
Riley moaned and groaned. “Awww, shit! Now I’ll never get to see the ending of that movie!”
Ryan patted her on the back. “Don’t worry, Riley. Maybe someday.”
“Motherfucker, I was looking forward to that movie!”
“Alright, damn bitch! Shit!” Ryan backed away. “I was just trying to make you feel better!”
While Riley and Ryan were arguing (and mostly bitching at Katja), Anima was trying to stuff some socks into an old bra that used to belong to Kishi. The socks in the white cotton bra was squishing her chest, thus suffocating her. When she finally managed to find a position for the socks to not suffocate her, Anima sashayed into the kitchen like she was all that and a bag of chips. And everyone stared at her, completely silent. And then came the laughter.
“What the fuck?!” Riley screamed of laughter, “Are you trying to be the fucking main character from Bring it On?!”
“Torrance?!” Fern screeched, “Nigga, this bitch look like Sharpay Evans from High School Musical!”
“Oh shit!” At that point, both Riley and Fern were on the floor gasping laughter.
Katja shook her head. “Uh-uh, no,” she said flatly, “You’re not going out looking like that.”
“Why not?” Anima questioned, “It’s not even a slutty costume!”
“Erhm, bitch. Do you not see the tits of those things?” Ryan questioned loudly.
Katja walked Anima into the downstairs bathroom and whispered harshly, “Take whatever it is out of your bra right now. You are going to hurt your chest if you keep in in there for long enough.”
Anima sighed heavily and reluctantly took the socks out of her bra. Then she balled them up and handed them to Katja, who then unballed the socks and threw them into the clothes bin.
“Hi, come in!” Kishi exclaimed from the living room when someone knocked on the front door, “We’re almost ready!”
Katja walked out of the bathroom and greeted whoever it was that Kishi answered; it turned out to be Amanda and Lynx. Amanda had a surprisingly good Rin Kagamine costume that was almost stitched and sewn perfectly to the character design. Lynx, on the other hand, had just thrown on a gray jacket, a darker gray T-shirt, and olive green pants with white tennis shoes for her Katniss Everdeen costume.
Anima looked at Kishi, who was adjusting a witch’s hat, and asked, “So that’s what you’re going to be for Halloween?”
Kishi nodded and tugged black Mary Janes onto bright orange, knee-high socks.
“Are you supposed to be Sharpay Evans from High School Musical?” Lynx asked, staring straight at Anima’s red-and-white cheerleader outfit.
“No,” Anima answered flatly.
“Well then, who are you supposed to be?” Amanda asked.
Anima sighed through her nose and said, “I’ll tell you when we’re outside. It’ll be too long to explain.”
Lynx only nodded and rolled her eyes.
“Alright, you girls!” Katja announced, holding up a silver digital camera, “Get close to each other so that I can take your picture!”
Kishi, Anima, Amanda, and Lynx stood closely together and posed as they normally would.
“Okay, three, two, one!” Snap!
The girls surrounded Katja and carefully analyzed the picture that had been taken.
“Oh my God, I look downright demonic,” Kishi said quietly.
“I look a little bulky,” Amanda said.
“Yeah, my head looks a little small,” Lynx added.
Anima didn’t see what they were complaining about. After all, it was just a stupid photo that Katja was gonna hang in her room. Then again, Anima didn’t look that bad…
“Okay, girls,” Katja said, “Be back by eight o’ clock!”
“Okay!” Kishi said, slamming the door shut.
When the girls walked out to the edge of the street, Kishi said, “Let’s just hope she never uploads that picture onto any website.”
“Yeah,” the rest of the girls agreed.
Riley, Ryan, Marilyn, Fern, James, Markee, Bridget, and Mari-Anne were all in the furnace huddled around a tiny TV.
“So what all are we watching?” Bridget asked Marilyn, who was setting up the television.
“We watching Bring It On because Riley never got to see the ending of it,” Marilyn answered, popping open the DVD case.
“Damn, bitch. You ain’t gotta announce it like that,” Riley grumbled, rolling her eyes. It was true- she did watch with her older half-sisters Amy and Shelby- but Marilyn didn’t have to say it like that, especially because Riley didn’t want to think about why she didn’t get to see the ending.
“Bring It On?” Bridget looked at Marilyn suspiciously, “That’s not a Halloween movie.”
“Well, bitch. What did you expect? Halloweentown? Charlie Brown?” Marilyn asked.
“Alright damn. You don’t have to be so shitty to my girl like that,” Ryan said.
Marilyn just simply giggled and popped the DVD into the DVD player.
“So where’s the remote control?” James asked.
Marilyn looked at James with a confused expression.
“You know, just in case somebody catches us.”
“Oh.” Marilyn blinked back and forth. “We’ll… we’ll just figure that out when the time comes.”
James just nodded and rolled his eyes as the trailers before the movie started playing.
“Hold on, bitch! Why you playing the trailers for?” Riley inquired.
“It’s all part of the plan,” Marilyn answered.
“Now listen here, hoe! Do you want to watch the ending of the movie before the feds get us or not?”
Well damn. Riley guessed Marilyn had a good point and all, but-
“Now shut up. The movie’s about to start.”
“My, what a cute little witch,” people commented on Kishi’s costume.
“Don’t you think it’s a little cold for that outfit?” people inquired about Amanda’s costume.
“Oh, are you supposed to be Sharpay from High School Musical?” people asked about Anima’s costume.
“Hey, you’re the Hunger Games girl!” people gushed about Lynx’s costume, taking many photos with her.
“Hey, you’re the Hunger Games girl!” Amanda mocked those people as the gang was walking down a dark street.
Lynx balked. “I can’t help that Hunger Games is popular right now!”
“No, but you planned to dress up as that Katniss girl just to get a bunch of people to take pictures with you,” Amanda retorted.
Anima and Kishi stared with their mouths gaping open. Oh… snap.
“Well, maybe if you had just dressed up as a more well-known character for Halloween, you would’ve gotten some pictures too!” Lynx argued.
Lynx threw her hands up in the air and exclaimed, “I don’t know! Little Orphan Annie or something like that!”
“I can’t believe she just said that!” Kishi whispered to Anima.
“I can’t believe you just said that!” Amanda shouted at Lynx, “I spent weeks on this costume! The least someone can do is acknowledge all the hard work I’ve done!” She huffed and turned around, as if she was about to walk home by herself.
“I mean… to be fair, Lynx isn’t wrong,” Anima said.
“Shut up, Anima!” Lynx shouted, “And keep out of it!”
“Yeah, shut up, Anima!” Amanda shouted back.
All four girls stood silently in the dark night until Kishi said rather quietly, “I like your costume, Amanda.”
“Thank you,” Amanda replied equally as quiet.
Lynx barely nodded. “You did a really good job, Amanda. Sorry about what I’ve just said.”
“Thank you,” Amanda still replied just as quietly with a tiny smile.
After a minute of silently standing on the sidewalk, staring at each other, the gang decided to walk into the next neighborhood. They almost made it to the stop sign when they bumped into Sabina and Brianna dressed up as a cat and mouse respectively.
“How you livin’, Bebe’s Kidz?” Sabina shouted at the gang. She smirked and stared at Anima and asked, “You still gettin’ any shit from Henderson?”
Kishi looked at Anima and wondered what the fuck Sabina was going on about.
“She told me that Ms. Henderson was a lesbian,” Sabina told Kishi.
Kishi’s mouth dropped open. “Anima, you can’t just lie about teachers like that!”
“I didn’t say that!” Anima balked, “I only asked if she was gay because she was talking about her-” But with the looks on both Kishi’s and Sabina’s face, Anima knew explaining was moot.
“Wait a minute,” Brianna said, staring straight at Anima.
Oh God. Not this bitch too!
“Are you dressed up as Sharpay from High School Musical?” Brianna asked.
Oh, fuck! And it was for the completely different reason! “No, I’m not,” Anima answered irritably.
“Oh… I thought you were her,” Brianna said to herself.
Anima glared at Brianna and inquired, “And what the fuck are you supposed to be?!”
“A mouse,” Brianna answered with an eye roll, pointing at her light brown mouse ears, “Duh!”
“You sure as fuck don’t look like one to me,” Anima grumbled.
“Oh shit!” Sabina exclaimed all too loudly, pointing at Lynx, “It’s motherfucking Katniss!” She took her phone out of her pocket and shouted, “Let’s take a selfie!”
“No, let’s not!” Lynx grouched, trying to push that nasty bitch away, “I’m about to deal with that crap again!” She kept on pushing Sabina away with all her strength, but Sabina was a strong motherfucker who wouldn’t back down for what.
Brianna gagged and laughed at the same time. “Sabina, she’s touching your titties!” she shouted.
Sure enough, Lynx’s hands were on Sabina’s chest. “Ugh, gay!” Sabina shrieked.
“Alright, geez! I’m sorry!” Lynx shouted, quickly snatching her hands off of Sabina, “You guys need to grow up!”
“And you need to stop being a faggot lover!” Sabina shouted back with a nasty smirk on her face.
Lynx’s eyes widened, and her face grew red. She was about to grasp her hands around Sabina’s neck and scream about the incorrect usage of the word ‘faggot’ when someone behind said, “You guys are way too old for this shit. I mean, for God’s sake. Leave the trick-or-treating to the children.”
Everyone turned their heads and saw Leandra holding a little black boy’s hand. He was dressed up as Spider-Man.
“Awww, he’s so cute!” Kishi gushed at Leandra. She crouched down to the little boy’s level and cooed, “Hi there, sweet boy! You’re so cute! What’s your name?”
The little boy, who was a little freaked out, ran and hid behind Leandra’s legs.
“This is my son, Kingston,” Leandra answered nonchalantly, “He just turned two in September.”
Kishi stood back up and stared at Leandra for a solid minute. So did the rest of the girls- even Sabina and Brianna. Her son? Was that even possible?
“How the fuck is that even possible?!” Anima shouted.
Leandra placed her hands on her hips and inquired, “Why are you guys acting like someone broke into your house and kidnapped your dog?!”
“I’m sorry!” Anima exclaimed in a shriek, “I thought you couldn’t get pregnant until your were twenty-one!”
Leandra, Sabina, and Brianna started snickering, then laughed at the frankly stupid shit that Anima had said. Even Kishi, Amanda, and Lynx stared at her like she was jacked out of her mind.
“My mama had me when she was sixteen!” Brianna stated after she calmed down.
“Yeah, this type of shit ain’t very rare, you know,” Leandra added, “I had King when I was fifteen.”
Anima turned around and was about to leave when she almost bumped into Jeremy Grey and Uh-Oh Andre dressed up as Rick Simon from Simon and Simon and Santa Claus respectively.
“Ay yo, what the fuck is going on?” Jeremy asked in a loud obnoxious voice.
Uh-Oh stared at Anima’s costume. “What the fuck are you supposed to be? Sharpay from High School Musical?” he asked.
“No!” Anima grumbled, scowling and clenching her fists. She turned to Jeremy and inquired scornfully, “What the fuck are you supposed to be?”
“I’m that nigga from Simon and Simon,” Jeremy boasted, smirking arrogantly at the girls.
“I thought you were a cowboy or something like that,” Amanda told Jeremy. She turned to Uh-Oh and reminded him that, “Santa Claus is white, you know.”
“Not in my house, he isn’t,” Uh-Oh argued.
“Yeah, well Santa Claus was based on Saint Nicholas, who is from Europe! So he’s WHITE!” Amanda shouted.
“I don’t care what the white man says! Santa Claus is BLACK!” Uh-Oh shouted back.
“Oh, for God’s sake! It’s Halloween! Can we keep the Christmas crap in December please?!” Lynx exclaimed at the top of her lungs.
Everyone, especially Jeremy and Uh-Oh, stared at Lynx for a long, long while. Then Jeremy and Uh-Oh turned around, walking away and loudly singing, “Colt 45, and two zigzags! Baby that’s all we need!”
Lynx sighed heavily and said, “Come on, let’s go home.”
“Yeah, I’m getting a little bored,” Kishi added.
So the four girls turned around and was about to walk back home when they bumped into yet another group of friends, one who said to Anima-
Discovering that it was just Kyla Wong, Anima stared blankly. What the fuck was she talking about, and what the fuck did the color pink have to do with Halloween?
“It’s a Mean Girls reference,” Kyla explained rather condescendingly, “You know, like the movie.”
Still, Anima stared blankly.
“Oh my God,” Kyla said in astonishment, “You mean you’ve never watched Mean Girls before?”
Anima shook her head because she still had no fucking clue what Kyla was going on about.
“Oh my God, Violet!” Kyla started gossiping to Violet Frome, “Anima’s never watched Mean Girls before!”
“You’re kidding me, right?” Violet gawked at Kyla.
“No, I’m being serious!”
“Oh my God,” a small Asian girl whisper in awe.
“That is so unfetch!” a lanky white girl with wavy brown hair added.
Anima was about to walk up to them and inquire what the fuck they were going on about when Amanda pulled her back and whispered, “You see that small Asian girl with the pink jacket?”
Yeah, Anima saw her. She wanted to slap that bitch right across the face.
“That’s McKenna Suzuki,” Amanda said, “She’s in my math class, and I can’t stand her. She thinks she’s so much better than everyone else just because she thinks she’s smart.”
Well, fuck McKenna Suzuki. Anima glared at them gossiping bitches, all dressed in pink. One of them, the lanky white girl, walked up to her and introduced herself. “Hey, you must be Anima from Kyla’s art class,” she said, shaking the girl’s hand, “I’m Avery. I think I might be in your ICT2 class. It’s so nice meeting you.”
Anima shook Avery’s hand, not really sure of what the fuck was going on. Then she took a step back and looked at all four girls- Kyla, Violet, McKenna, and Avery.
“Hey, Amanda,” McKenna said, shyly, yet slyly waving.
“Hey, McKenna,” Amanda replied almost meanly.
McKenna stared at Amanda’s outfit and asked her, “So what are you dressed up as?”
“I’m a Vocaloid,” Amanda answered flatly.
McKenna turned to Violet and whispered in disgust, “What the hell is a Vocaloid?”
“I think it’s one those singing robot things,” Violet answered.
Amanda scowled to herself because that was not what a Vocaloid was, but then it would be too damn complicated and frustrating to explain what a Vocaloid actually was.
Avery stared at Anima’s outfit and asked her, “Are you supposed to be Sharpay from High School Musical?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake! “No,” Anima grumbled.
“Then what are you supposed to be?”
Shit! Come up with something quick, quick! Wait, what was that movie Riley and Marilyn were trying to watch, but Katja wouldn’t let them? The one with the blonde chick on the DVD box cover? Was it… was it… “I’m uh… I’m uh, the main chick from that movie… Bring it On!”
Violet turned away from McKenna and said, “Torrance?”
Yet another blank stare from Anima.
“Wait, so you’ve watched Bring it On, but not Mean Girls?” Kyla questioned Anima, “Or are you just bluffing and hadn’t even seen either movies before?”
“Oh my God, Kyla,” Avery said, “You can’t just ask people whether they’ve watched a certain movie or not.”
But Kyla had a different idea. She stared straight into Anima’s soul and commanded, “I dare you to say at least one cheer chant from that movie to prove that you’ve actually watched the movie.”
Aw, shit! Anima’s hands started to get clammy, her legs wobbly, and her mind blank. She was beginning to wish she had never tricked-or-treated at all. She tried to think of one, just one cheer chant that could fool this bitch, but alas nothing came to her. Wait… hold on… something did come to her, but Anima wasn’t sure if this came from the movie or not. She took and a deep breath and began to chant to the demise and shock of those around her.
“Oh, fuck me!” James groaned to himself, “This is going to be one of those movies, isn’t it?” What James was referencing were those shitty self-aware teen movies from the late 1990s and early 2000s that tried to make fun of the cliches and tropes of their counterparts but ended up doing the same thing as said movies (such as Not Another Teen Movie, The Comebacks, and High School High).
“Quiet during the movie,” Riley told him harshly.
“Yeah, James,” Fern echoed, “If you’re gonna be a fucking hater throughout the whole movie, you might as well just get the fuck out right now.”
James stood up and left the furnace. Mari-Anne soon followed.
“Hey,” Mari-Anne said as the pair walked outside, “You mind if I join you?”
James shrugged as he walked out into the woods near the playground.
“So uh… how have things been since you’ve been out?” Mari-Anne asked.
When he made sure absolutely no one could hear him, James sighed and answered, “I don’t know, to be honest. I thought that getting out of the hospital would make me a better person or something like that, but I think I just feel the same as I did before. You know… it feels kind of weird being out in the open now.”
Mari-Anne nodded, like she understood. “So, do you think that if you stayed in the hospital longer, you would’ve, like, felt a lot better or something?”
James glared at Mari-Anne and asked, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m trying to ask that if you had stayed in the hospital longer, would you feel the same way.”
James threw his hands up in the air. “I don’t know! Probably! I’m trying my damnedest not to worry about this shit, God!”
“Okay, well I’m sorry for asking!” Mari-Anne shouted, also throwing her hands up in the air.
“You know, sometimes I don’t like talking about this shit all of the time!”
“Well then, what do you want to talk about?!”
“I don’t know!” James slumped into a portable toilet and buried his face into his hands. Mari-Anne thought he was crying for a minute, but then he lifted his head from his hands and sighed, “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry.”
Mari-Anne slowly walked up to her boyfriend and asked if he needed anything from her.
“Can you stay with me for a minute?” James asked, “I’m not sure if I can stand being alone right now.”
Mari-Anne nodded, and the pair stood in front of the portable toilet in complete silence for a few minutes. Then Mari-Anne began to rub her hand up James’s arm, then his chest, and eventually, they started kissing.
“I can’t believe you did that cheer in front of McKenna Suzuki and her friends like that!” Amanda scolded Anima on their way home from trick-or-treating.
Anima could scarcely believe it herself. And for what?
“I’ll bet you ten dollars they recorded it on their cell phones, and they’re gonna upload it onto to YouTube or something like that,” Amanda continued.
Anima didn’t see why Amanda was being such a vindictive bitch, but damn she didn’t want that to happen. Suddenly, her stomach started churning.
“Jesus, Amanda. You don’t have to be this pessimistic about the whole situation,” Lynx said, rolling her eyes.
“Yeah, it could’ve been worse,” Kishi added.
Amanda rolled her eyes and said, “Listen, you don’t know these girls. I do! So there!”
While the three girls were arguing, Anima cleared her throat and told her friends, “Hey, guys? I’m gonna go into the woods to get some fresh air. I’m feeling a little nauseated.”
Before they could ask why she needed to go into the woods for fresh air when they were outside, Anima was balls deep in there, feeling more and more nauseated. She felt like she was about to upchuck any minute when she opened the door to a portable toilet- oh God!
“What the fuck?!” James, who had been making out with Mari-Anne, objected.
“You’re not supposed to make out in the toilets, dumb ass!” Anima shouted.
“Well, you’re supposed to knock on the doors when they’re closed!” James shouted back. He slammed the door right into Anima’s face.
“Fuck you!” Anima yelled. She stormed away towards the area of the woods where there was a small lake. Closer and closer she got when she heard a singing voice- a beautiful, deep singing voice. Finally, when she was right in front of the tall grass separating the lake from the rest of the woods, she saw an amazing-looking chubby girl with long, chocolate brown hair and rich brown eyes.
Anima started to feel sick again; this girl looked so familiar. Could it be… no, it couldn’t be! Not Catherine from the special school!
No way it was Catherine! Catherine had a high-pitched voice and was a lot skinnier than this other girl. Still, they both looked eerily similar. Anima crept forward quietly just to make sure it wasn’t Catherine because… well, because. More quietly and more slowly, Anima tip-toed and tip-toed and tip-toed until- crack! Anima jumped in fear. So did the girl.
“Hello?” the girl asked in fear, “Is anyone here?”
Oh God, what the hell was Anima going to do?! Run, confront her, stay still?! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Anima was panicking so badly that she didn’t even notice the girl staring at her.
“Hey,” the girl said, “Are you okay?”
Anima blushed and darted her eyes towards the ground. She tried to speak, but no words would come out because her mouth was too dry. Pretty soon, she fell down backwards onto the dirt.
“I’m Penelope,” the girl introduced herself as she helped Anima to her feet, “What’s your name?”
Anima darted her eyes back and forth between Penelope and the ground for a few moments before she finally had the energy to answer, “…Anima.”
“You look really pretty, Anima,” Penelope said.
Anima blushed from a light pink to a deep dark red. She was unable to breathe, her mouth was too dry for words once more, and her body started trembling in excitement yet fear. Oh God, what the hell was Anima going to do?! Run, confront her, stay still?! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Anima was panicking so badly that she didn’t even notice that she was running for her life.
“Hey, Anima!” Penelope exclaimed, “Are you alright?”
Anima didn’t dare turn back and look, but she did, and this is what she saw.
“Hey Babe?” Bridget said to Ryan in the middle of Bring it On, “I’m bored.”
“Same.” Ryan looked around the dusty old furnace and discovered that he was the only male in the room. James had left way earlier because he was being a fucking hater, and Markee claimed that he had to use the toilet, but it was pretty likely that he was snitching on the lot of them. So oh well- might as well start making out.
“You wanna go outside?” Ryan asked his girl.
Bridget looked around. “But the movie’s still on.”
“Bitch, you’ve been looking at Instagram and Twitter the entire time. Don’t fucking fool me.”
Bridget sighed and rolled her eyes. “Alright,” she relented, turning off her phone, “But only because you’re so damn sexy.”
The pair sneaked out of the furnace and tip-toed into the backyard. There, Ryan groped Bridget’s waist and proceeded to inch his hands up to her chest. Bridget felt up on Ryan’s ass and proceeded her way up to his chest, all the while french-kissing him. Each other’s tongue felt very familiar, but oh so blissful! The couple was about to fall down on the ground and maybe hump each other when another tongue, a foreign tongue, slipped into Bridget’s mouth. Ryan and Bridget opened their eyes; it was Marilyn.
“What the fuck?!” Bridget objected.
“Oi, get the fuck off my girl!” Ryan shouted, pushing Marilyn away.
Marilyn started laughing her ass off.
“Bitch, get the fuck off my girl!” Riley, who had followed the trio, shouted at Ryan.
“Well tell your girl to stop kissing my girl!” Ryan shouted back.
Bridget started to push Marilyn and shouted out, “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you fucking drunk or something?!”
“Shit, girl! I was just experimenting!” Marilyn chuckled.
“Well then go fucking experiment on someone else!” Bridget yelled.
“Yeah, go fucking experiment on someone else!” Ryan added.
Just then, Greg walked back home with Ceres and Skye. “What is going on in here?” he asked, motioning for Ceres and Skye to go inside.
“Marilyn was trying to kiss my girlfriend!” Ryan exclaimed.
“Snitch!” Riley yelled.
“Fuck you!” Ryan yelled back at Riley.
“Yeah, fuck you, you whore!” Bridget also yelled.
Greg looked at Marilyn and Bridget and asked what they were doing at the YouChannell Home in the first place.
“Oh, we were just watching Bring it On in the furnace,” Marilyn answered, still (allegedly) drunk as fuck.
“Snitch!” Ryan shouted.
Greg knew about Bring it On; mostly, he knew that the movie was PG-13. He also knew that only movies rated G and PG were allowed in the YouChannell Home. He also knew about Riley’s half-sister Amy sneaking into a movie theater along with her and another half-sister Shelby during the summer break of 2000 to watch Bring it On. They got caught five minutes into the movie. “You know what? Marilyn, Bridget, go home right now. Riley, Ryan, you’re coming up with me into the furnace right now.”
“Me?! I wasn’t even the one who thought up this idea!” Ryan whined.
“You thought it was a good idea to participate in the movie-watching,” Greg retorted. He turned back to Marilyn and commanded more harshly, “Marilyn, go home!”
Marilyn walked towards the front yard and said to Riley, “Girl, bye!”
“Bye yourself,” Riley said back flatly.
“What’s wrong, Anima?” Kishi asked Anima when she had run back onto the streets.
“I-I-I don’t know,” Anima stammered. And she truly didn’t know. She didn’t know how to say this, but in a way, she rather liked looking at Penelope. But still, she didn’t want to say or remember anything about that incident ever again, especially to her friends. “I… I feel kind of sick.”
Kishi nodded. “Yeah, it’s almost eight anyways,” she said. She handed her hand out to Anima and asked, “Do you want me to help you home?”
Anima nodded, her brain too exhausted to muster any words.
Kishi looked at Amanda and Lynx and said, “I’ll see you guys soon, okay?”
Amanda and Lynx nodded and walked another way towards their houses.
“See ya,” Lynx said.
“Yeah, see ya,” Amanda added.
“Bye,” Kishi said. She held Anima up to her feet and walked home, not very satisfied about about how the night turned out. They didn’t get a whole bunch of candy, but that was really the least of their problems. Kishi didn’t really want to see Sabina, Brianna, Leandra, Jeremy, Uh-Oh, Kyla, Violet, Avery, McKenna, or anyone else for that matter. She just wanted to get home and go to bed. But even home would turn out to be fucking weird and whack.
“Boy, was that a good motherfucking movie!” Fern shouted at Ryan and Riley as the trio was raking leaves, “Too bad I didn’t get to see ending because some motherfucking HATER decided to snitch!”
Ryan and Riley both rolled their eyes and continued to rake leaves.
Kishi also rolled her eyes and muttered to Anima, “That’s it. I’m never trick-or-treating ever again. I’m too old for this crap anyways.”
Anima barely nodded. She wasn’t planning on trick-or-treating next year either, but a small part of her still wondered what Penelope was up to.
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