Excerpt: Living Dolls

There are few things in life that teens look forward to: their first kiss, their first date, getting their license, getting a car, getting a job, and, more importantly, Halloween. And, of course, only one of these things happens on a yearly basis so teens have evolved to us this time wisely. When you’re too old for tricking-or-treating, but too young to just hang out on the front steps and hand out candy, what’s left for you to do?
Well, the answer is simple: you party. As a Streak, that’s basically all you can do but this Samhain won’t be like any before. Why? Because I’m here.
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The crisp autumn air sweeps the few remaining lifeless but colorful leaves from the gutters, mini eddies twirling in the night air as the illegal fireworks and sparklers emit their criminal lights into the darkness.
Wow, that totally sounded better in my head. Oh well. The point is this: Streaks party on Halloween because they don’t have shit else to do. It’s a time for Smudges to take candy from stranger, for Marks to realize they’re too old for parties, and for Points to have a nice relaxing evening at home yelling at the Streaks egging their houses.
And, more specifically, for the new Streaks in the old house behind me, drinking until they puke because they’re brains are too tiny to realize that they’re only about 12 and still have a good ten years to make all these inebriated mistakes.