Someone was throwing a Halloween party at some random address, you didn't know who was throwing it and at the same time couldn't care less.

You had barely been to any parties on Halloween at your school, so you had no idea what to do. Or, you thought you knew.

You had dressed up as a dead ancestor and done your make-up really well, to the point where you actually looked dead. You had a skirt, ripped up fluffy white jacket (old jacket) and white tights along with jewellery. The only thing that actually made you look scary was your make-up.

So when you walked to the party into the main area, you were expecting compliments on how good your costume was. What you didn't expect was a collective scream from all the girls in your grade.

Then, Gretchen, your best friend, quickly speed-walked over to you and grabbed your hands, pulling you to a side.

"Why are you dressed so scary?" she asked you.

"It's Halloween..?" you replied, raising a brow at her.

"{{user}}, if you don't dress sl#tty, that is sl#t-shaming us!" she answered, gesturing towards the girls on the dance floor.