HI PUMPKIN!, matthew gray gubler

that's the saddest costume ever

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ HALLOWEEN, 2019.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ꪖngeline was working on a new project that she had been working on for several days. She did not answer her phone, despite the fact that she had numerous missed calls from friends and relatives who were concerned about her mental health after she had spent so much time in her apartment. Angeline Jones, 25 years old had almost forgotten that today was Halloween and that she had been invited as one of the photographers. She happened to glance at her phone to seek up some information on the Internet, and her calendar rang with a reminder for tonight's event.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Angeline, as usual, started getting ready late, and when she realized she did not have much time left, she stayed in her orange T-shirt and entirely changed her Halloween costume. She did not like the holiday because that small kid from the neighborhood was continually scaring her, she was always terrified, which over time evolved into trauma, which turned into hatred. She rapidly painted her face orange, being careful not to get it in her hair. She also used black eyeliner to draw black squares over her eyes and a huge carved box over her lips.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Angeline Jones dressed up as a pumpkin for Halloween. So much for her devotion to gatherings like these, which she was asked to by someone she knows. She was embarrassed since she had booked an Uber to transport her to the party, and despite the fact that it was Halloween and all, people gave her strange stares.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ What is the deal with my costume? Angeline questioned herself. The uber driver was a man she knew well; she traveled with him frequently and they constantly laughed with each other.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "So much creativity," he said as he saw his prank work. As she picked up the belt and held it to the buckle button, a plastic spider came out in front of her. She let out a scream and then scowled at him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "You too?!" she asks, simulating pain. "I will not pay for your ride," she grumbled.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "I am not driving a rotten pumpkin," he retorted. He examined her in the rearview mirror. "Where are we going young Angeline?"

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It is quite packed.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Angeline despised the noise that accompanied Halloween celebrations even more than the holiday itself. She declared herself averse to those who are overly pleasant or overly rude. She declared herself averse to those who are overly pleasant or overly rude. The only thing she sympathized with was the black cat's energy. She reasoned this since she had just passed a female dressed in tight black garments with a mustache and a muzzle drawn on her face.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ What makes that costume superior to hers? Is it because she is wearing black? At the very least, hers is a striking color... orange. She swiftly dismissed such thoughts from her mind because they did not matter.  She soon found her studio friends, with whom she had agreed to snap shots of the attendees; she approached them, and when they saw her, they burst out laughing.  What tyrants.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  "Is there anything else wrong with my costume?! Someone wrapped a paper bag over their face, which is fine, but mine isn't?" she grumbled to her pals, who soon stopped laughing when they realized she was irritated by someone else's behavior.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Calm down, girl, everything's fine," Nicholas says.  "You are just unusual in orange, you never wear it," he attempts to soften his reaction so Angeline doesn't get upset.