giovedì 14 novembre 2024

The surprise party

Welcome to the Spot Writers. This month's prompt is “Halloween with a twist.”

This week’s contribution comes from Chiara De Giorgi. Chiara is an Italian author and currently lives in Berlin, Germany. She writes fiction, with a focus on children’s literature and science fiction. 

 

The surprise party

by Chiara De Giorgi

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 Our tradition of summer parties began when Linda and Andrew’s parents went away for a weekend.

I remember being a bit worried because I didn’t know Andrew very well yet and thought he was a dangerous guy. So I assumed his friends must be dangerous too, and imagined they’d wreck that cute little house while Linda and I hid in the closet to escape their destructive rampage.
Thankfully, reality turned out to be quite different! Neither Andrew nor his friends appeared to be dangerous guys… in fact, I ended up having some of the most interesting and intelligent conversations with them. But it’s not those clever conversations I want to talk about now. I want to tell you about last Saturday’s surprise party. I call it a “surprise party” not because it was organized without my knowledge, but because Andrew and his friends wanted to keep everything a secret from Linda and me—which meant we would be able to tell nothing to Sabrina and Isabelle, who were also invited. But we definitely knew there’d be a party. Okay, maybe I’m rambling a bit, sorry about that.


Early that afternoon, Andrew and his friends, Simon and Trevor, kicked Linda out, so she came to my place. We’re neighbors, which is very convenient: she just has to hop over the little fence, and she’s here. Even so, a typical sudden, heavy late-August rain caught her while she was crossing the fence, and she got soaked in those three feet between there and my front door. So, we had something to keep us busy for the afternoon (namely, drying her clothes and hair) while we racked our brains trying to guess what the boys were up to in the house next door. We tried to peek from my bedroom window, but it’s not at the right angle, so we ended up with stiff necks from all the twisting. My sister Marina’s room is perfect for spying on our neighbors, but she was locked in there drawing and didn’t want to be disturbed, saying we’d spoil her inspiration.

Later in the afternoon, Sabrina and Isabelle arrived at my place. They’d brought bags full of clothes, and we started trying on different outfits, also raiding my closet. The problem was, we didn’t know how to dress because we had no idea what kind of party the boys were organizing. Sabrina and Isabelle wanted to try peeking too but eventually gave up.

“Are you telling me your little brother Daniel doesn’t have a periscope mirror?” Sabrina asked at one point. “He’s always tinkering and building weird gadgets!”

Turned out, Daniel did have a periscope mirror. Full of excitement, we tried it out, only to find that Andrew and the others had hung dark sheets over the windows, so we couldn’t see a thing anyway.

When Andrew finally texted Linda to let her know the party was starting, we were all still undecided on what to wear. I thought maybe the boys would try and pull a prank on us, so I put on a silly little blue dress covered in pink flamingos (I bought it at a flea market, and I don’t know what I was thinking; I’d never had the courage to wear it, but the “surprise party” finally seemed like the right occasion).

As we walked into my neighbors’ house, we were greeted by a thick cloud of white smoke generated by a fog machine, and creaking noises and howls were playing in the background. Just a few steps in, a giant spiderweb dropped down on our heads. It was fake, of course, but in the moment, we all started screaming. Then, out of the smoke appeared the three boys. Andrew was dressed as the Joker, Trevor as Freddy Krueger, and Simon as a zombie.

Sabrina wasn’t amused and started spouting profanities nonstop. Linda and Isabelle were trying to disentangle themselves, and the more they struggled, the more tangled they got. I regretted not wearing my Grim Reaper costume that I have at the back of my closet and hated the pink flamingos on my dress more with every passing second. I’d been trying to make a good impression on Andrew, but the more I tried, the more awkward I got. Story of my life.
“Trick or treat!” the guys shouted, throwing gummy bears and Smarties at us.
I felt like laughing, but the other girls were pretty annoyed, and I didn’t want to side with those tricksters, so I just grabbed a few gummy bears while the three of them freed us from the giant spiderweb.
Then, before Sabrina, Linda, and Isabelle could follow through on their threats to slice them into pieces, Andrew, Simon, and Trevor handed us baskets to collect candy. We went outside and knocked on every door in the neighborhood, shouting “Trick or treat?” and catching all the residents off guard. This made most of them smile, and we soon gathered a decent following (led by my little brother Daniel!). By the end of our rounds, our baskets were full of all kinds of goodies. Not everyone had candy or sweets at home, so some gave us sandwiches, others offered pieces of cheese, Tupperware with pasta, meatballs, bottles of soda, and even some pork chops.
To finish off the night, we camped out in my neighbors’ yard, and it wasn’t just the four of us girls and the three masterminds of the party anymore—we’d amassed quite a crowd of kids and teens from the neighborhood.

In the midst of the chaos, Andrew came over to me and said, “You look great dressed as a flamingo!”

And that’s how that second-hand dress suddenly became my favorite piece of clothing.

 

The Spot Writers:

Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/

Catherine A. MacKenzie: https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Phil Yeats: https://alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com/

Chiara De Giorgi: https://chiaradegiorgi.blogspot.com/

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