During Halloween the skate rink lets people wear costumes and skate. Watching Darth Vador hold the hand of a sexy cop while they roll across me during the song Monster Mash made me laugh all year. Normally I stay in every night. I hate going outside, but on Halloween I open up like a werewolf.

In the world of fearful people I am the king. Everything about society scares me. Everybody wears a mask. We walk around looking at each other’s faces, but only see the protective chisel features of one another’s cheek bones, jaw, and brow. Locking eyes allows you to look into the soul of someone, but never knowing their true face scares me. I show my face everyday. People rarely even look at it while walking in the halls of school. The city basically agreed to ignore me entirely. Even at church the priest forgets me weekly. On Halloween though we all wear costumes to complement one another.

Skateworld throws the best party that night. I put on a mask or a hat, talk in a funny accent, and carry around a bucket to collect free candy still in my teenage years. My skating needs improvement, but I know tricks like spinning to the beat of “ABC” or skating backwards, that always impresses people. Last year I met Princess Leia while dressed like an undercover cop. I just wore glasses with a fedora. She fell a few times, one of those times she fell while I skated backwards tripping over her. We helped each other up then skated the rest of the night. Her Dad called her at the end of the night saying to hurry up or else he’s leaving. Like in Cinderella she dropped one of her hair ties. Hopefully tonight I see her skating. She might want her hair tie returned.