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My old Levi's scrunch up tightly by my thighs. They are way too small, but I haven't been able to afford a new pair this summer. Working at the ?Buck's Burger and Fries? hasn't helped me much at all.
At least I have this moment to enjoy myself.
?Hey, Justin, do you want to go on the Ferris wheel with me?? I ask, too desperately.
I grab his arm and yank on it. Hard.
?Sure, babe.? He says, laughing.
My jacket makes a crunchy sound as it hits his bare arm. I don't understand how he isn't freezing, but I'm not going to ask.
?So, uh, how long have you been doing this?? Third date in my mind is where all the bad things come out. I just hope he doesn't have any.
?Oh, just a couple of weeks. It's really just to get money for college. My parents won't pay for mine, how ?bout you?? Phew. Not a total weirdo.
I breathe in, and out. ?I haven't been to one of these in ages.? I say.
They're creepy too. I've seen Justin with his mask on, and it looks like something you would see in a cheap haunted house you go to with your friends.
The classic carnival music stirs around every corner, and you can hear people winning, and losing, games. Lights shine everywhere, so bright they nearly blind you. There's even a fun house in the corner, 1$ per person. Cheapskates.
I look around more and see a food stand. It makes my stomach growl when I see it.
?Hey look! Corn Dogs! Let's go get some!? I yell, pulling at his arm once again.
?Yeah, and don't forget the funnel cake!? He says, coming along with me.
?Yes!? I say, giggling my best giggle.
We both laugh after that. Quietly though, so he doesn't hear.
The ride starts, and once it does we both jerk back and laugh harder.
The ride is fast at first, then soon slows down.
?Holy crap, was he for real?? He says, after we are far enough from the ground.
?Haha, I know right?? I say.
We sit in silence for a minute.
?So, when did your mom say to bring you home?? He asks, brushing back his hair.
?From now to eleven PM.? I say, breathing in the cool and refreshing air.
?Well, the carnival ends at nine, so we could do something afterwards if you wanted.? He says.
?Yeah, sure.? I say, calm.
We reach the top, and start to go back down. No kiss then.
Once the ride is over, we talk for a moment. His life, my life. The usual.
I was hoping to avoid the fun house, but he's done a lot for me, so I might as well.
?That sounds fun!? I say, faking a smile.
We head there, give the girl at the front our ticket, and go in.
Neon spray paint is the first thing you see. Then a painting of a lion, balancing on a ball. Wearing a too-too.
Weird.
Then there are a lot of rotating floors and foam balls everywhere. The thing that really gave me a headache was the music that was playing during the entire thing, and the moving stairs.
There was a part where we had to go through a devil's mouth, and the paint of it was chipped up and really needed a new paint job.
And that was it.
A freaking dollar wasted on that.
We then found the ?secret door,? and there was a sign on it that said ?employees only? on it.
There really was the woods out there. With lots, and lots of trees. I'm talking lots.
?Hey, Justin, I'm kinda scared. I think we should go back.? I say, goosebumps all over my arms, even with my jacket. The wind whistling, the leaves falling all around us.
It was far from romantic. It was horrifying.
?But, babe. The fun is just starting.?
I turn around to see Justin, but instead I see that awful clown mask. And a knife in his hand.
My blood boils and I shiver from head to toe. I stay there, frozen.
I manage to get what feels like a scream out, but I'm sure no one could hear it.
He comes closer, and so does his hand, which just brings the knife closer to me.
I finally realize what is happening and run. Not into the forest, but through the fun house.
And he chases after me.
The music and obstacles in my way only make it harder. I don't dare turn around, too scared to see what is there.
My breath slows and I start to sweat. I was never one for exercise and it isn't helping me know.
Once I finally get out, I scream. Louder than I ever have.
People from all around start to stare at me, and a person working at the popcorn stand quickly comes to my need.
I look back, but Justin doesn't come out of the fun house.
I run over to the woman before she can reach me.
I shiver slightly. ?I'm not sure. He was chasing me, but then he didn't come out. Maybe you know where he went. He works here.?
The woman's face is startled. ?Really? We always do a background check on all of our workers. I would never think.? Her eyes wander off into the distance and she looks back at me. ?...What is his job position?? She asks, patting my back and looking around.
?He's-he's a clown.? I stutter.
The woman looks at me.
?What? We don't have any clowns at this carnival.?
I was breathing heavily.
Heard the guests talking like they had never ever met before. Mumbling, whispering, screeching, screaming and other witchcraft I didn't know.
I waited outside before the large rusted wooden door. It had a gorgeous professional looking doorknob which was endorsed with a golden pattern. I was mesmerised. ( Weird, huh? Thought so, too.) I mean it was pretty after all, right? Of course, how stupid of me. You weren't there. So, I stepped a little farther and hid behind a humungous tree filled with juicy, ripe, fresh green apples. They were my favourite fruit! What a coincidence.
I didn't want to just pluck from the tree some apples like a weirdo, and I didn't want to offend the host and hostess, who invited me to a fancy party, after all. They were kind enough to even do that. (What a goody two shoes, right?)
I saw a huge, glistening limo pull up the concrete driveway. It looked so neat that my eyes almost popped off. I had never seen such a beautiful car before. The doors opened and a pretty young maiden stepped outside. She wore a long, dark blue dress with extra sparkles that reminded me of a full moon against the night sky above the roaring sea. Her hair was tied into a bun with a pearl pin, and she wore a stunning diamond necklace. I was not even gazing at it, I was thinking of how much it would cost because I'm that type of person ladies and gentleman.
The couple glanced at me, and I was so embarrassed. My clothes would make someone to barf. Yeah, it's that horrible. I wore a short dress with ruffles at the end. It had a pretty lace belt, and I liked it. It was quite old, because I couldn't afford to buy a new dress. It meant extra $$$. And, it was bad enough that I had to buy a big, elegant gift as well. I wore studs, pretty boring, but the most attractive thing about my outfit was my bracelet. It belongs to my mom, and before she passed away, she passed it on to me. I still remember the exact words she told me. She said, ? Honey, listen to me carefully. DON'T EVER LOSE THIS BRACELET. It has been passed on for many generations now, and if you do lose it, I hope you keep in mind the disappointment you have brought upon yourself from your dearest mother, grandma, and great grandma. So, I hope that you take my advice and wear it to adorn yourself.? She smiled until she reached her cheekbones and said afterwards, ? Wanna go get some takeaways, sweetie pie?? Wow, mom, what a nice way to end the night after you scared me to death with your speech. P.S. I love you so much.
I took a few breaths and took a quick peak at the hall. Ahhh! They were soo many people inside, dressed as if they were going to attend a business meeting. I was sweating all over profusely and my brain got all mushed up, for sure. Yeah... welcome to my world good people. I got up, dusted off my gut to make sure I didn't look filthy and I took a step forward Then I took one backwards. Then my head went through a flashback.
Back to 2004. It was a night just like this, and as my usual self I was panting, biting my nails, moving my legs in all directions, and looked left, right, left, right... You get the idea. I was a nervous freak, and my eyes got blurry. Vision is going under attack, mayday mayday!! Yikes, my makeup was even ruined. Oof. It did not look good for me AT ALL. See, this is how my body and brains works. Anxious, cray cray, cray cray, oh wait.. did I repeat? My bad. I saw someone approaching me, oh no! This was WAY worse!
He looked at me quietly. He held out his hand, without muttering a word. I glanced at him, wiping my almost- running tears, and stared at him like he was crazy too. He smiled, and kept holding his hand out. I doubted him, but I doubted myself even more. I slowly, very slowly held my hand out too, and he put his hand on top of mine. He held it tightly and helped me to get up. ( What a stubborn girl, huh?) I smiled too, but big this time, ( corny alert!) He led me bit by bit onto the red carpet ( yeah, how fancy, am I right?), and then into the halls.
So, this time, there wasn't any Prince Charming, but I was, well, this time by myself, and it was getting late into the party. Guess what I did? Guess, guess! I RAN... I RAN ONTO THE RED CARPET AND OPENED THE HUGE HALLWAY DOORS, BASHING MY WAY INSIDE. Everyone stared... they didn't mumble, whisper nor screech. They just glanced... ugh. I hate when people just glance without speaking. They all said the magic words which made me fall dead on the ground. ?HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNE !!!? What!! I can't believe it! What?! Just, WHATT!!!!
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