Ní raibh an ghrian ag taitneamh ar an lá sin sa bruachbhailte, áit a raibh an fhómhar ag tíocht go mall agus na crainn á n-éadaigh i nduilliúr órga.

The sun was not shining on that day in the suburbs, where the autumn was slowly arriving and the trees were being dressed in golden foliage.

Bhí Rang na Gearrscéalta Eoin ag cruthú dearaí grafaicí nuair a tháinig an glaoch uathu, an Coiste Pleanála Pobail.

Rang na Gearrscéalta Eoin was creating graphic designs when they came with the call, the Coiste Pleanála Pobail.

Bhí Sinead, le fuinneamh mar thoradh ar chuspóir mór, ag fanacht leis.

Sinead, full of energy with a big purpose, was waiting for him.

Bhí plean aici do pháirtí ollmhór Oíche Shamhna a bhí le bheith ar siúl don phobal.

She had a plan for a huge Halloween party to be held for the community.

“Eoin! Cuidímis le chéile. Beidh an páirtí is fearr riamh againn!” d'éiligh Sinead, agus a glór lán le fuinneamh.

“Eoin! Let's help each other. We'll have the best party ever!” demanded Sinead, her voice full of energy.

Cé gur tháinig drogall ar Eoin le Sinead, chinn sé cabhrú.

Even though Eoin was hesitant with Sinead, he decided to help.

Bhí an cumas aige do dhearaí a dhéanamh ach ba bhuachaill cúthail é.

He had the ability to make designs but was a shy boy.

Bhí sé buartha faoina áite ar an bhfoireann.

He worried about his place on the team.

Cé a bheadh mar chompánach níos fearr, shíl sé, ná Aisling, cailín nua sa chomharsanacht a raibh ciúin ach croí mór aici.

Who would be a better companion, he thought, than Aisling, a new girl in the neighborhood who was quiet but had a big heart.

Tháinig Eoin agus Aisling le chéile ar a saoire.

Eoin and Aisling came together during their vacation.

Thosaigh siad ag dearadh póstaeir agus ag déanamh pleananna eile.

They began designing posters and making other plans.

An lámh ábalta a bhí ag Eoin i gcúrsaí deartha d'ardaigh sé meanma, agus bhí Aisling ar a leath-cheannach, idir sin agus Sinead.

Eoin's skillful hand in design lifted his spirit, and Aisling was supportive, between that and Sinead.

In ainneoin go rabhthas ag súil le feachtas dochreidte, tháinig comhchothromaíocht uatha.

Despite expectations for an unbelievable campaign, a unique balance emerged.

Tháinig an lá mór.

The big day came.

Ach bhí sé dorcha agus bhí na scamaill troma sa spéir.

But it was dark and the clouds were heavy in the sky.

Thosaigh báisteach mhór, gan ach Báisteach na Scríoblacha a bheadh ag teastáil le cúrsaí a scriosadh.

A heavy rain began, known as Báisteach na Scríoblacha, which was all it took to ruin things.

“Cad a dhéanfaimid?” a d'fhiafraigh Sinead, imní sa chéad chéim aici.

“What will we do?” asked Sinead, in the first stage of worry.

Eoin, le smaoineamh anonn is anall, d'úsáid a intleacht chreatach.

Eoin, thinking back and forth, used his creative intelligence.

“Tá plean teagmhasach againne,” a dúirt sé go muiníneach.

“We have a contingency plan,” he said confidently.

D'athchóirigh siad an áit, ag tabhairt an páirtí laistigh.

They rearranged the place, moving the party indoors.

Bhí cluichí nua acu, ag teacht suas leis na bealaí thar an ngnáth chun an spórt a choimeád beo.

They had new games, coming up with ways beyond the ordinary to keep the fun alive.

Bhí an hoichche ag dul i dtreise agus an pobal ag gáire.

The night was gaining strength and the community was laughing.

Bhí meas na comharsanach orthu go léir.

They were all respected by the neighbors.

“Tá tú go hiontach,” a d'fhógair duine éigin le grins.

“You're fantastic,” someone declared with a grin.

Tháinig deireadh le haiceáil oíche chomh luath sin sa chúige faigneach sin, áit a tháinig Eoin ar rath nua.

The night’s adventure ended too soon in that sleepy village, where Eoin found a new success.

Bhí sé ní ba oscailte anois, duine misniúil a bhí sásta leanúint ar aghaidh ag cur lena shaol sóisialta.

He was more open now, a brave person willing to continue building his social life.

Bhuail an tarna scéal in éadan an scáil, careachtair a raibh sé ró-chompordach ann den chéad uair, ach bhí sonas deiridh ann.

A second story hit against the shadow, a character he was too comfortable in for the first time, but there was ultimate happiness.

Bhí pobal sona ann, agus thosaigh Eoin ag taitneamh ina ghné nua lárnach ann.

There was a happy community, and Eoin began to shine in his new central role within it.