Our Deathly Love

Trick Not Treat

A few unwanted pictures flashed in my head, sending cold shivers down my spine as I thought about that Halloween night seven years ago. That Halloween had been different from the rest, because two weeks before Lilly's friend Jade had moved away leaving a precise spot open at their lunch table. Leaving a chair, a chance, and a feeling of belonging in its wake. Me, being so starved for friends, would have agreed to time in hell for that spot but little did I know, I did.

That night had been a chilly one. That night was the night Lilly and her posse chose for me to prove myself in their eyes. So of course I was thrilled!

Earlier that night had been spent putting together the perfect costume. My mom had braided my hair into a long straight braid behind my head, and brought out an old trunk from the attic. It was filled to the brim with colorful clothes. I was excited at the sight of the trunk, which I had only seen on Halloween each year, except when I sneak upstairs to play dress up. The trunk was hand-carved wood, painted delicately by my mom's father for her on her 13th birthday. It had seen much wear and tear. There were chips in the paint and in the wood from the long voyage to America when my mother was 15, and even more chips from when she moved back to Romania after she got accepted to the university many years latter. One day I hoped it would be mine. I eyed hungrily at the delicate and sometimes eccentric clothing she pulled from the trunk, until at last she had found what she was looking for. A black blouse that looked like spider webs sown together. The sleeves flew out at the elbow, creating a medieval effect. My mother quickly folded up and put away the other clothing, before going to her room and bringing out a black choppy skirt that went to my knees and a black witch hat. My mother put the outfit on me with a smile. She completed the outfit with some simple black flats and with a satisfied smile, which lit up her face in a way that I will remember years to come, she ushered me out of the house.

"Now, my Emmy, have fun Trick or Treating with your friends. Be back by nine," she said with a smile. Having no clue I had no friends, having no clue I was being challenged, having no clue what was soon to come.

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I walked briskly down the brick road up the turning drive; the trees over shadowed the house at the end of the drive making it impossible to see the house from the road. The home at the end of the drive was supposedly the most haunted house in Romania, not counting Vlad's house, or the castles, but those would be impossible for a bunch of nine year olds to break into.

So this house was the house I would be tested in. I walked quickly forward seeing the girls standing at the front of the house; all of them were dressed in princess outfits; I suddenly felt self conscious in my witch outfit. I wished I had been in the loop, but I knew if I passed the test tonight I would never have to be alone, to stand out, to have no friends again. So bravely I stepped forward, as Lilly smirking stepped in front of the group.

" So Emelia, you have decided to show up after all and with such a fitting costume," she practically spat with the look of pure hate filling her face. It looked unnatural, yet was common on her simple yet pretty face. Her black hair framed her face, a smirk placed so naturally gave a cynical look about her.

" So you have accepted our challenge Emelia?" she said, her brown eyes glowing in the moonlight.

" That depends on the challenge" I whispered looking at her all though I all ready knew I would do it, I had to. I had no choice, I just had to. Lilly's smirk grew even more.

" Well, well, Emelia has a mouth to her, doesn't she?" Eliza, Lilly's best friend cooed stepping up from behind her. She placed herself on Lilly's right side. Eliza had milk chocolate brown eyes and a curly frenzy of brown hair that didn't even reach her shoulders, to Lilly's left came forth her other beta Mya, who had mocha latté skin, luscious straight black hair and deep black eyes. She would have been exiled for exotic looks too, if it hadn't been that her parents were American and worked for a big business in town. She was even richer then Lilly, but she knew her place well enough no to try to overthrow Lilly or she would be treated even worse then me. So there she stood looking uneasy next to Lilly. Mya was the only nice one to me, of course it was behind Lilly and Eliza's back but every holiday and my birthday I would find little gifts, such as cookies and candy canes, for Christmas, and dolls, expensive porcelain dolls on my birthdays. They would be in my locker with a card all ways signed M, her curly penmanship unmistakable. I had a feeling they were sympathy cards, presents, gifts, a way for her to say sorry for the way her friends treated me. She was the closest thing I had to a real friend, next to my pandas, and plants in my little garden, that is.