My CostumeHalloween is just around the corner.And the world is dressing up in spades.There are vampires and ghosts,Werewolves and firefighters.There are skeletons and ironic plays on words.There are costumes built on innuendo.My costume, however, is the most blatant of all.The one no one thought to see coming.For, you see, it's not Halloween,That has this body of mine under cover.I hide every day under my own designed mask,With a smile and plastered-on "happy."With the clothes of "normal girl" and hobbies of her, too.With the ideas and cynicism of my age.But beneath all those things,That ornately decorated mask,Is something too strange to behold.The frail skeleton of a girl a little too mangled,And her soul more fractured than her bones.
The Stages of Losing a FriendStage one: Friendship.This is the time when good memories are made.The remembrance of the way she dressed up like Leia,And the way the braids kept falling off the side of her head.The remembrance of the way he'd startled you,And laughing at the way your heart was racing.Calling him a jerk and shoving his shoulder.This is the time when things seem to be neverending.It feels like friendship is immortal,Like this will be the last time you have to have awkward introductions,And these handshakes will be written in some stone somewhere.You'll be the legend of the friends who never died.This stage is the fun one. The one you never want to end.Stage two: Incident.It's not always an obvious incident.Sometimes, it's something you're not even there to see.They meet up with a new friend, hear a rumor about you.Your parent gets a new job, or theirs, and someone moves away.Maybe it's an argument. A fiery yelling match.Maybe it even comes to blows.That one time you hit her with a