Chapter 1: The Start of ThingsBecca had never liked the fall—unlike the Goth kids she ran with in high school, or the trendy hipsters she befriended in college, she never got on with the season. It was too cold and wet, the weather too gloomy and full of wind, and she hated the way the night crept in before six. The days were short and bitter, and they made her miserable. It didn’t help that orange was really not her colour.
Of all the things she hated most about the fall, though, Halloween had to be the worst. It was tacky and expensive for people without kids, she thought, and she never felt good in any of the sexy nurse costumes her friends pressured her into. One year she’d gone to a party as a witch, green face paint and all, but even that had been less fun than she’d expected.
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