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When you were young, you gained a small pen-pal who lived in New Jersey. Letter after Letter, you grew to care for your pen pal. Until, the letters suddenly stopped coming and over time, this pen pal seemed to become a vivid memory in your...
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TW!: Mentions of vomiting ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫
Halloween was only a day away and Nockfell was getting ready for the holiday. Stores had pulled out their mediocre scary decorations as well as their sales. The leaves on plants had less leaves with every passing day while the weather just seemed to get colder and colder.
Larry had planned his annual Halloween party, inviting all of his friends to his tree house. Todd was going to hook up a TV so they could all watch scary movies while munching on all the snacks their bodies could possibly handle.
And it wouldn't be Halloween without costumes. Even at the age of 17, they still dressed up for the holiday.
Knowing the costume rule, (y/n) asked her mother to help find her a costume to wear. After looking at all the costumes that the costume store had to offer, they decided against buying one of the plethora of costumes and instead chose to thrift the costume.
After hitting up the local thrift shop and craft store, (y/n) and (m/n) entered back into their apartment. Carrying two bags each, full of items to make the costume.
"Mom, I think we bought too much supplies. It's just a costume!" (y/n) called out, taking her shoes off at the door.
(m/n) chuckled at what her daughter said, entering in the door, "It's not just a costume, my love! This could be your last Halloween dressing up,"
"Oh, please. Knowing my friends and I, we will never stop dressing up for Halloween. Not until we're old and grey and on our death beds," She laughed.
They sat the bags on the kitchen table, the time reading '5:30' on the clock that sat on the wall.
(y/n)'s apartment didn't have many things in it. Some pictures here and there and the occasional plant, but that was it. It was like the life was sucked out of it or something. But her room did break this pattern, having a plethora of posters that she either stole from Larry or had bought herself and her iconic music collection in a corner of her room.
(m/n) looked at the clock, her expression dropping into one of anxiety before turning back to her daughter, "I-I forgot I had a work event!" She said, running to get her purse.
The younger girl looked at her mother with eyes of confusion, "I thought you said you were off this weekend?"
Looking back at her daughter, (m/n) paused what she was doing, "I am, it's just something very urgent. I'm so sorry (y/n), costume making will have to wait until tomorrow,"
Walking up to (y/n), (m/n) planted a kiss on her forehead, "There's some leftovers in the fridge. If anything, go to the Johnson's! Love you!" Without another word exchanged, (m/n) was out the door.
(y/n) was pretty used to this. Her mother just randomly stepping out the house and or getting home just before the sun rose. She knew that (m/n) had something going on, but refused to dig deeper as it was her mother's personal life and she refused to break the trust she had with her.
