Stacey Alannis Darrell
I stared up at the large house looming up in front of me, trying to suppress a shiver. I could barely believe my ears when Tyler told us she lived here, and now, standing in front of it, everything seemed to surreal. I have to say, Tyler really couldn't have picked a better place to have a Halloween party.
Though I was too large (and too old) to fit in my old costume, the cute little pumpkin costume, I had dressed up as Blondie from Sucker Punch, complete with goggles perched on my head and a plastic "gun" stuck in my belt. Because it wasn't very cold that night, I had left my trademark cardigan inside the large bag that was slung over my shoulder.
The heels of my boots struck the pavement as I strode up to the house. Tonight, I was not weak little Stacey Darrell - I would be strong Blondie, a formidable fighter. At least for one night, I would be strong and - well, not weak little Stacey. Shifting my bag to the other shoulder, I rang the doorbell. Halloween, bring it on.
Though I was too large (and too old) to fit in my old costume, the cute little pumpkin costume, I had dressed up as Blondie from Sucker Punch, complete with goggles perched on my head and a plastic "gun" stuck in my belt. Because it wasn't very cold that night, I had left my trademark cardigan inside the large bag that was slung over my shoulder.
The heels of my boots struck the pavement as I strode up to the house. Tonight, I was not weak little Stacey Darrell - I would be strong Blondie, a formidable fighter. At least for one night, I would be strong and - well, not weak little Stacey. Shifting my bag to the other shoulder, I rang the doorbell. Halloween, bring it on.