The Carnival

It was total chaos, fun chaos, but chaos none-the-less. Strangely, though the scene was ecstatic, the smiles were plastered, and the music was joyous, there was an eeriness to it all. I couldn't help but wonder why.

"Jane!" I hear someone say. Slowly, turning around, I'm face to face with my mother. I hesitate to answer, considering approaching it in a whole new way. Pretending I didn't have a mother. "Jane, darling. Why are you just standing here? Johnny's looking for you. He wants to ride something or other with his big sister. Jane, give it a chance. Have some fun." I listened to her voice, humming above the noise. The carnival. Every year we would come, ride all the rides, eat the fattening garbage, ache our feets with every step, and love it. Well, they would love it. Since my 14th birthday, I've sort of dreaded it. Maybe the noise got to me, but it just happened. I hated coming to the carnival.

"Jane..." mom says. I look up to the sky, a few stars glistening in the black inky night.

"I'll go find him." I say. She nods as I walk away. The stench of cotton candy, and wet grass mix above, making walking extremely trechorous, and nausiating. I see Johnny standing in front of The Haunted House, holding his giant blue octopus, and smiling.

"Johnny-" I start.

"I WANNA RIDE THIS!" he exclaims, hopping.

"No, Johnny. This isn't a good ride for-" I start, but am intterupted with a startling noise.

"'Course, Johnny!" a voice says. I turn around, and see the strangest thing of all. Myself.