So I started another story, and it seems to be doing decently well. SO, why not write one about my favorite movie… ever. Haha but remember, I still am generally new. And there will be a few grammar mistakes along the way. I would adore any and all reviews. Not only to improve, but know people are reading. Ok let's do this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Nightmare before Christmas. No matter how much I did.

I have never been happier.

Me and Jack dance under the moon light.

The full moon is huge beautiful, a gust of wind moves through the slightly chilly air, leaves playfully dance along, and slow haunting music fills the air.

It's a perfect Halloween.

I look up to jack and notice his dark eyes looking into mine as he begins to lean down towards me.

I close my eyes and tilt up my head.

"My first kiss? With Jack? This truly is a perfect Halloween."

But instead of feeling his lips on mine, I feel them by my ear.

"Sally, it's time to go now. Time to wake up." His deep, amazing voice whispers.

"I don't want to, please. Five more minutes?"

The scene stands still and silent.

I know what will happen next. It's what I dread every time I'm with my jack.

My father's voice cuts through the moment, "Sally, you said five minutes more ten minutes ago! You're going to be late for school young lady!"

The light of my room flashes on and reality cases away my fantasy.

"His timing is right on like usual. Well, there goes that dream."

I hear the door shut and his heavy footsteps head to his study on the other side of out apartment.

Say what's needed to be said and leave to that study. The same routine. Well, sense my mother died.

I never knew her much, she died when I was young. I hear I'm the spitting image of her very often here.

I live in a small town located in the middle of nowhere. It's the kind in which everyone knows everyone.

My mother was loved by adults and children alike. Her little café was always packed and filled with laughter.

The shop's still there, and still packed.

The owner now is my mother's friend, Eveline. She calls me her "little ragdoll."

Ragdoll is actually an accurate nickname I have here in town if you take account of my looks and balancing ability's, or lack thereof.

But Eveline is the only one to use the nickname in a loving way.

I roll out of my dark purple, queen-sized bed and hit the floor with impressive power, if I do say so myself. This happens often and my father has stopped even merely calling to see if I'm alright.

I have never been coordinated in my life. Never will be ether. We both accept that fact.

I stumble up, throw on a simple dress I made, and stand in front of the mirror.

I look at my scarred pale little body, my heart-shaped face engulfed by flowing rusty-red hair reaching down my slender back, pouty red lips shining in light, big almond eyes dully staring back at me, and my hand-made dress snugly fitting to my petite body and slightly flowing out at waist.

Now, while this town is quite possibly obsessed with Halloween, on any other night they care for looks a lot. Which I don't have a lot of. Ok, what I don't have any of.

I look like I crawled out of a scary movie; they look like they just came from a photo shoot.

I'm an outcast here. I look like a ragdoll, am quiet, have a father who no one sees, and appear strange to most.

*Meow*

Hallow jumps on my bed and looks at me with her big orange eyes.

"I'm sure having a black cat like you isn't helping anything." I say as I pet her black, soft fur with little streaks of gold hidden in it.

"Sally, don't make me come back in there!"

"Shoot! Why am I so spacey?"

"I'm on my way out now daddy!"

I grab my backpack, tell my cat to wish me luck, head to the rather small kitchen located in the corner of a rather small living room, take a piece of bread, and head out the door.

I live two blocks from school, so I never know why I sprint.

I just do.

Today, I was thinking of if cats really could give a person luck or not every step of the way.

There's plenty of time to make it. This just adds to my weird image, I suppose.

I'm a senior this year in high school. Although, it doesn't feel like I "rule the school" or anything really.

Just my thoughts and dreams for Jack and our Halloween under the moon.

When I turn the corner I see my school and stop running.

The school is a three story, old brick building. Vines crawl up the sides of the building, teachers can be seen in the windows getting ready for the day, and the staircase leading up to the two huge doors are already filled with kids.

I bow my head down, hoping to be unseen and head to my locker.

I hear the chuckles and the whispers as I go, the pain of being rejected hits, and I want to go home to my cat.

Once at my locker, I pull out my math supplies, jolt up and turn to my class.

Being the klutz I am, I fall and take someone down with me.

We hit the marble grey floor with a thud.

As I open my eyes I see his black, intense eyes looking at me the way they did in my dreams. I can feel his warm breath and smell his cologne. His hair is so blonde, it looks white and is hanging softly by his strong jaw. His broad shoulders are looming over me, fitting snugly into his black sweatshirt.

He's gorgeous.

Suddenly I think of how close we are, and the kiss that never happens.

I turn red and look away, ruining the moment we had.

He smoothly laughs and stands up.

"It takes talent to fall like you, sally. You ok?"

His voice is entrancing and deep.

When I don't answer he holds out his hand and smiles.

"come on, I don't bite. Promise."

I take his hand, half-dazed by that huge, white grin of his.

He pulls me up easily and turns to walk away.

"uh.. well… jack..?" I say in a small, whisper of a voice.

He turns around and says, "So, she speaks. Haha what's up?"

There are suddenly so many things I want to say. I mean, he's standing right before me! Not mocking me. Calling me by my name and actually listening. Smiling his beautiful smile. Being Him.

All these things I want to say, want to express to him, but all I can mumble is a short, "thank you."

"No problem. Hey, class is starting soon. I suggest running."

He winks, turns, and quickly walks down the hallway to his class.

"He winked at me. Hehe."

I watch his back as he goes down the hall and turns into his room.

"I love you, jack." I whisper so quietly I can barely hear it.

I giggle, shut my locker, and float over to my first hour class.