Ghostories: Journal [Been ON HOLD]

Entry #18

Wow, a month blank again. And it's the end of the second month of school. Time flies quite fast, even when you're not having fun. It's almost Halloween (in a few days). And Mel was still fretting about what to wear to the Halloween (In)formal Ball. I mean, I guess it's just a masquerade party in the Student Hall, in the ballroom, where they usually have banquets for big events. But it was tonight, and the girl who said she'd plan ahead was still worrying about her costume. She's reliving her younger days and going as a princess of sorts. I decided on simply being her chaperone. She called me a party pooper, but I am, so I proudly took the compliment.

When we arrived, the hall was already full of people in all manner of costumes. Mummies, the all time favorite zombies, vampires, and some people with hair the shades of all the possible colors and dressed in some interesting costumes. Not to sound like a country bumpkin or anything, but in my neighborhood are mostly little kids and elderly, so I never really knew of the stuff kids my age wore. Then again, I wasn't a fan of trick-or-treating, so after many forced trips, Liz gave up and started going with our other friends. But she always came over after and shared stories and candy with me.

Soon, the place was bustling with music, food, and bodies. Glitter, feathers, colors, and cloth. I, the designated party pooper, took a plastic cup of ginger ale and leaned up against the wall to the side, scanning the crowd. Mel had long since disappeared. I felt like that time we went to the "coffee shop". I scanned the crowd for any familiar faces, but it was indeed a masquerade; I couldn't tell who was whom that well. The lighting and the music seemed to jar everything.

Then something was waved in front of my face and when I focused my eyes upon it, it was a little eye mask, with some feathers attached at the corner. Now it was truly a masquerade. I held it up to my face and turned to see who had given it to me. It was the guy with the sandy bangs. In the glow of the moving lights, his hair looked grass green. I ended up bursting into nervous laughter as he stood there dumbly, looking confused. I thanked him the mask and said that he kept giving me free stuff and that I felt bad. But he said not o worry about it. I shut up and we watched the crowd with silence. He was dressed in a tuxedo along with a cape and a top hat. A magician, he said. With a disappearing act, I joked. Suddenly, as if he had just realized, he introduced himself as Koffman. I couldn't tell whether it was his first or last name, so I just said my first name. He commented with a "Ah nice name" and I thanked him.

And now I'm finally back in the dorm, after dragging Mel away from her new "friends". She can see them tomorrow, for it is late now. Probably my only rewarding discovery of the day is Mr. Sand's name. First or last, I don't know. But it is a worthy discovery on my part. Oh crap, I think Mel fell asleep just now. In full costume. Got to wake her up.

Signing off,

Naomi