Amelia walked through the rapidly looming autumn twilight towards the annual bonfire held by the Cray’s. A warm autumn breeze blew between the legs of her leotard, the catsuit matching the painted whiskers and eared headband of her costume.
This was so stupid. She never took Halloween seriously before, and the only reason she’d come was because Emily had told her “it’ll be a total blast, Troy’s got something special planned for tonight I know you’ll love!”
