Walking on Fire

Chapter 9

Chapter nine

Julie Fescue

   As humans, we always try to find the good things in life. Even if your life completely sucks, there is always something worth living for. It might not be apparent at first, but even to blind eyes, it will reveal itself. However, one who does not want to see will not. That is why some people spend forever living like their life is a re-run of a show that ended a long time ago.

It is quite the paradox, actually.

In a TV show, people are paid to play the part, but in the film that is life, who is paying you to keep going?

It is not something I can tell you or even someone else.

It is something you have to figure out yourself. Nobody‘s going to tell you why you are meant to be here.

Something’s you just can’t “Google” search.

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  The thing I always wonder when I pass these types of stores; is it even worth opening a store for one month?

Yet, here I am, parading the long aisles filled with dreadful costumes, and things that go bump in the night.

Some of these costumes I have to applaud on their effort towards realism, but others I have to wonder why they’re even on the shelves. Rubber Frankenstein masks don’t seem to cut it these days.

It’s actually really hard to decide what you want to be for Halloween when you’re an “adult.” See, you can either have a costume that looks really childish or one that is a bit on the stripper side. It’s hard to find an in between. 

I flipped through the various costumes on a wall, but none of them were really suitable for the occasion.

Oh, the lovely occasion. I rolled my eyes just thinking about it.

“Do you think Aaron will like this one?” Fleur asked while appearing from behind a wall decorated with tombstones.

She held a costume labeled “Sexy firefighter,” and in the example picture there was a lady in the supposed costume, exposing too much, and sitting on a fire hydrant.

I snorted, “Do I really have to answer that?”

She furrowed her eyebrows and disappeared back from behind the isle she came from.

Like two weeks ago, we received a fancy looking envelope in the mail. Inside it was an invitation to the Briar’s Halloween ball. It was of course, strictly invitational only and as Fleur said “We were lucky to be invited.”

I wouldn’t call it luck, really.

I’m not even sure if any of these costumes are suitable enough for a “rich people” party. For all we know, “Halloween” might just be an excuse to get a bunch of people together, with no intention on wearing costumes.

We only had a couple more days till the 31st and I still haven’t found a costume!

I continued to sort through the various costumes, and stopped at a nun costume. “Complete with a rosary!”

‘At least it depicts my future self.’ I sighed and continued looking.

Maybe I should follow Fleur’s approach and look for something more “appealing to the senses,” because at this rate, I might as well wear the Frankenstein mask!