Rated 13+ for language and scenes that may not be suitable for young children
Quinn was just an ordinary 14 year-old-girl. Life was good; it was summer in her small hometown of Sandpoint, Idaho, and she was left to do whatever she pleased with her friends. And, when summer was over, she had high school to look forward to. Finally, she felt that she was growing up. But, of course, fate had to step in and interfere.
She finds herself in Halloween Town, and even though everyone is welcoming, she can feel that trouble is brewing, and she has the sneaking suspicion that it wasn't a coincidence she appeared in Halloween Town at the time she did.
Dark surrounded me. Not the regular type of dark, though. It was thick, almost inky; it smothered me, leaving me terrified and gasping for air.
I looked around, startled by the sudden voice that barely reached my ears in the darkness. It was faint, but distinctly male. He sounded as afraid as I felt.
“Quinn, come back!”
The voice came again, stronger this time, sounding more determined as it filled the air around me. It was familiar; I knew that I’d heard that voice somewhere before.
“Quinn, please, I’m scared! Where are you?”
My eyes widened as I recognized the voice.
Frantically, I searched the darkness for my little brother, grabbing around me and swinging my arms in a desperate attempt to find him. But, despite my desperation, I found no one; I was all alone in the inky black...
If only I hadn't gone into that damn Jack-o-lantern door.
It was June 9th; the last day of school in Sandpoint, Idaho. My best friend Marie and I had just left the school property, and were on our way to Dub’s (a popular fast food restaurant) to get something to eat.
“My. God,” Marie said, “eighth grade was so easy!”
“Yeah…the drama was seriously out of control, though,” I said, rolling my eyes and shaking my head.
She scoffed. “You thought that was bad? Bro…we’re gonna be in high school next year. It’s gonna be way worse.”
“Not if we avoid idiots.”
“Quinn…we are idiots.”
“Speak for yourself.”
I beamed at her, remembering how thankful I was that I could be mean to her without having to worry about offending her; I mean, she was just as mean to me as I was to her.
“Are we going to meet up with Ray?” I asked, breaking the silence.
She stared at me for a moment, then waggled her eyebrows at me and slowly ran her tongue along her top teeth in a mockingly seductive fashion.
“Oh, shut up,” I laughed. “I don’t like him.”
“Nope,” she said. Then, smiling mischievously, she added “You LOVE him.”
For those of you who don’t know (which, I’m assuming, is all of you reading this), Ray was a friend of mine…well, actually, he was my best friend besides Marie. I swear to God, he was the funniest person I’d ever met in my entire life; whenever I (or anyone, for that matter) was upset, there was never a day when he couldn’t turn it around.
“Ray-Ray and Quinny, sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Marie sang loudly.
“First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes an abrupt and tragic miscarriage! Then comes blame, then comes despair, two hearts broken beyond repair! Ray-Ray leaves Quinny and takes the tree, D-I-V-O-R-C-E!”
I stared at her for a moment, perplexed by just how screwed up she was.
“Marie,” I said. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
“That’s what I was just thinking!” we heard from behind us.
I jumped and spun around, and, admittedly, felt a little weak in the knees when I saw Ray standing behind us. Swiftly, he bounded to where Marie and I were standing and (sarcastically) wrapped his arms around me protectively.
“If this lovely specimen was carrying my child, and she lost it, I’d never leave her!” he said dramatically. Then, he raised his right eyebrow and continued with “Of course, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t hire an assassin to kill her for killing my baby with her defective uterus.”
“I offer my assassin services, good sir,” Marie said with an elegant sweep of her arm.
“No one’s gonna be assassinating me for killing Ray’s child with my defective uterus…one, my uterus is not defective, and two, I’ll never be carrying Ray’s baby,” I said as I shook my head and smiled.
Ray looked at me in mock horror and exclaimed “You bitch! I thought we had something special!”
“Alas my love,” I said, imitating the breathy, dramatic sound of the women’s voices in cheesy romance flicks, “we cannot be together; you’re a woman, and so am I. God would be displeased.”
“Frankly my dear,” he said, hugging me tightly to him, “I don’t give a damn!”
“Heeeyyyyyy! Stop making out with my sister!”
Reflexively, I jumped away from Ray and turned to where the voice was coming from.
The world around me slowed down as I realized who the voice belonged to; my little brother Josh, who was running to me…right across a busy street.