Something I’ve been thinking about lately, likely as the result of going to an outlet mall a few days ago, is spooky fashion. Even though I wear Halloween attire all year round nowadays, I didn’t have the guts to dress “goth” in my teen years. As someone who’d been teased and taunted since the first grade, for literally doing nothing as I was bordering on too shy to exist, the idea of doing anything to draw the wrong kind of attention to myself was terrifying. Not to say I didn’t appreciate the style. The first real “goth” I ever met was a girl named Laura in seventh grade, and I thought she was the coolest person. While other girls in my grade sought the approval of and desperately wanted to be like snobby cheerleader Olivia, or future dance team captain Mia, Laura was the one I idolized. She was much more attainable as a friend, as she accepted all people in a way I’d never seen before from any of my peers. I was always somewhat a part of her circle, though on the outskirts...