Kristie's Costume

by Gina Marie Wylie

Kristie Davenport draped her arms over the rail in the mall atrium

and looked around.

What a hole! She thought to herself. Look at all this space! I

mean, if this were my mall, I’d get rid of the skating rink, put in some

more stores! I mean, they’ve got these little kiosks all through the

place...I bet they could make a lot more money than they do now with

more room!

Around Kristie the crowd flowed, going about their errands and

business, the sound they made was loud but not entirely unpleasant.

Kristie mused to herself, not really paying any more attention. Mom

is so lame. I’m a high school student! Sure, a freshman, but that

doesn’t mean I’m a little kid! Go buy a halloween costume, Kristie, she

told me. Get something nice, maybe win a prize.

Lame, mom. Really lame! A roomful of teenagers in halloween

costumes? Lamer!. I mean, are we supposed to go trick or treat? You

gave me twenty bucks, mom. What kind of lame costume can I get for

twenty bucks? Win a prize! Oh yeah, for sure! Lamest costume of the

century!

Behind her, Kristie heard a familiar high-pitched nasal voice,

talking over-loud. Yep, she thought, looking behind her. That’s Ann

Marie Kruger and her two pals, Angela and Andrea. Triple A’s they call

themselves...triple assholes are what they are! The trio would no more

glance at Kristie than they would gum stuck to the sidewalk.

Kristie watched them go, shaking her head. All three of them were

wearing the same sort of outfit; different colors, slightly different

styles, but identical. Skirts that barely covered their butts. Crop

top blouses with no bras. Yeah, they had on matching panties that

looked like very short shorts, put you could still see their butts.

Actually, maybe that was what bothered Kristie the most. My two piece

bathing suit isn’t really different in how much skin you can see.

Mom was only mildly critical of it. But to see Kristie in an outfit

like Ann Marie’s? Her mom would just flip out. Go off like a rocket.

Dad? First he’d look really hard at my tits, then he’d go off like a

rocket. What’s a girl going to do living with two lame parents? A six

year old brother who drools? That wasn’t lame, that was just gross!

What’s really lame, Kristie thought, is standing here feeling sorry

for myself with a lousy twenty bucks I can’t even use to buy a new CD or

blouse...

Kristie straightened up, started walking. I’ll run into JC

Penney’s. I will find the cheapest costume I can. I don’t care if it’s

lame, because the whole thing’s lame. Then I’m going to take the change

and go over to Thirty-one Flavors and have a chocolate malt. Yep,

tomorrow I’ll have zits and blackheads, but tough! I got stuff for

that. I can deal with it! Dealing with all this lame stuff? She shook

her head and sighed.

She walked into the store, all gaily decorated with stupid lame

halloween junk; witches and goblins, ghosts and skeletons. Lame, lame,

lame, lame. I’d scream but that would just make people pissed at me.

Can’t have that! Can’t be anything other than ladylike!

Kristie laughed to herself. Hey, all you people! Look at me!

Kristie Davenport! You know what I like to do most of all? Lay in bed

and rub myself! I like to squirm and moan and get all sweaty! That’s

not lame! It’s a lot of fun! And when I’m doing that, I don’t think

about Ann Marie and her two little satellites, I don’t think about

anything lame at all! I get off! Then I get off a couple of more

times! I leave my boombox on, so mom doesn’t ask stupid lame questions

like “Are you okay, Kristie?” What, I’m laying there naked under the

sheets, two fingers inside me, my nipples red and poking out, a big grin

on my face and she asks if I’m okay?

Like duh! Yes I am! Just peachy fine!

Kristie reached the costume counter, started rummaging through the

stuff. Stupid, lame. Lame, stupid. Kristie felt like a volcano

rumbling before an eruption. Half of this stuff is more than twenty

bucks; and it’s all lame! Try another store...waste a little more

time...so lame!

She headed for the exit, still seething.

It was cosmic. One second she was about to burst; then her eyes

caught a ‘SPECIAL TODAY’ sign. White muslin sheets, a pair for $6.99

Stuck to the sign was a little white Casper ghost, a big grin on it’s

face.

Under the sheets...Kristie had thought about under the sheets a

second ago. Now the big grin was on her face. Oh that would be so

cool! Did she have the guts to do it?

She remembered Ann Marie and the skirt that barely covered her ass.

If Ann Marie can hang it out, I can take a chance!

Ten minutes later Kristie was sucking on a double chocolate malt,

the extra large size, her shopping bag sitting next to her.

Halloween Friday found Kristie sitting with all the lamers from

school at the assembly where they were giving out the costume prizes.

Wearing a lame white sheet draped over her head, two eyeholes and two

armholes cut into it, had guaranteed she wasn’t in the running.

But then, she wasn’t running. She was sitting in her seat, wearing

a sheet and a smile. Then a really big smile...it was all she could do

not to laugh. And around her, laughter at the antics on stage covered

up her occasional soft moan even better than her boombox.

And as cool as that was? She still had enough money left over for

another chocolate malt! And cold fingers felt really nice under the

sheet!