Jasmine Nixon, a girl from a small town who lives her life in solidarity doing only what it takes to get by. Pressured by her family's and school's expectations, she longs to get away and live her own life. She doesn't have time for anyone's problem...
TRIGGER WARNING: clowns, sorry about that in advance.
We strolled across the grass plain back towards the carnival whilst engaging in light conversation.
When we finally made it back into the amusements, I stopped to look at Harry.
"So, what do you want to do first?" I ask him seeing as he was extremely enthusiastic about coming back.
"I'm not sure, whatever you will enjoy I'll happily do," He says looking down at me.
"Ehhh, nothing crazy," I admit.
"How about... bumper cars?" He questions.
"No, too violent," I respond.
"Ok them ummm... the carousel?" He puts forth.
"No too childish," I answer.
"You know what, I know what you'll enjoy," he says, grabbing my arm and pulling me in his direction.
We hurriedly jogged through the amusements, Harry leading me determined like a man on a mission. His luscious locks trail behind him in the light breeze he is creating. I have no idea where he is taking me and I highly doubt that he has found something that I will find fun.
Ultimately, Harry starts to slow down and I can finally get a glimpse of where he has taken me. Unfortunately, before I could do so, he steps in front of me blocking my view. Even when I try to take a peak around him he moves to stop me.
"Stop trying to peak! it's a surprise silly," Harry scolds me playfully with a beaming smile on his face.
I stop trying to ruin the surprise and decide to go along with his game. He takes my hands in his and I smile back at him.
"3... 2... 1... Ta-da!" Harry counts down and then turns and sticks his arm out revealing the amusement.
"A ghost train?" I say taking in the devilish sights of the dark rickety ride.
At the top of the rectangular building stands a giant skull and the words 'Demon Chaser' in big bold red letters. Paintings of flames engulfs the whole building in a blaze of orange and yellow. At the front of the building, waiting for passengers, sits a train of empty carts.
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"Yeah, not too scary, not a rollercoaster and not childish. It's perfect!" He declared counting off his points with his fingers.
"Ok fine, I'll admit it does fit my criteria, but I will be the judge of if it's enjoyable," I say as I begin to walk over to the queue, leaving harry behind me.
Harry grins like the Cheshire cat and jogs up behind me. we walk in silence up to the ride and luckily for us the queue was almost non-existent.
Ahead of us is a group of little kids trotting about on the spot nervously; they seem to be roughly about the age of my brother. From what I can distinguish though their mumbling, the loudest tallest boy is trying to convince his unsure friends to go on the ride.
