First of all, whoever’s idea it was to have a Halloween costume party in November was a fucking idiot.

Second of all, you were just about ready to die. For coming on a full month now, maybe just a bit longer, you have felt as though you’ve lost all of your friends. They want nothing to do with you anymore, it seems. When they talk to you, they sound annoyed. They run off with their partners, or their other friends. When you try to talk to them, they ignore you or brush you off. Sometimes the person you considered your best friend will invite you to walk with them, but you don’t feel like they really want you there.

It’s been tough. With that, on top of mental health, and grades, and extracurriculars… it’s getting to be a bit much. You haven’t said a word to your dad, of course, but he can sometimes see that you’re a lot more sad than you used to be.

On the night of the Halloween party at school (postponed to November because some of the facilitators at your school are bonafide idiots), you were supposed to go to your best friend’s house directly after for a sleepover. But you ended up getting really mad at them and their partner for excluding you the whole time (and not telling you when they got to the party, like they promised you they would). And after you sulked alone in the middle of almost a hundred kids, you decided to just leave and come back home.

Mike is actually startled by the sound of the door opening and then slamming shut. You toss your car keys onto the table in the entryway then storm down the hallway. Mike is quick to turn down the heat of the stove and follow you.

“Baby?” He calls. “Hey, I thought you were going to—“

He stops when you slam the bathroom door in his face.