The gym was alive with activity, filled with the kind of energy that comes from too much sugar and not enough sleep. My hand automatically went to the wig I had carefully put on this morning. The smooth surface of my head tingled with a familiar, yet still unsettling, feeling of exposure. Losing my hair had been a battle I couldn't win, but shaving it all off had felt like a rebellion, a way to regain some control. This Halloween, I wasn't just Sloane Deshazo, the girl with cancer, the girl who lost her hair. I was... something different.
The basketball hoops were adorned with colorful crepe paper streamers that resembled seaweed, while the walls were decorated with crooked jack-o-lanterns. The air was filled with the scent of cheap chocolate and flat punch, giving the whole place a Hallo
