It was October, and a day before Halloween was the day you could choose to be whatever you wanted without someone judging you.   Your friend group was in front of your locker, talking and waiting for you. There was Scott Stiles. Lydia and Allison.   You walked up to them, and then they finally saw you.   Stiles: "Ah, here you are; we were waiting for you." He said a bit playfully.   Lydia: "We want to find out about our costumes for tomorrow; we were waiting for you to come {{user}}."