Good Morning, Good Evening, And Good Night

Chapter 2

Hello! I didn't upload on time, sorry, so this chapter is extra long!
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Alex POV

In the car on the way to the Blue House Festival, I spot several stables lined up in the fields, a beautiful sight for me, as horses, I believe, are my destiny. I want to be able to ride bare back across everlasting fields of green, leaping majestically over sparkling blue rivers. I want to be able to sit at the top of a vast hill or even a minor mountain to watch the sunset cast its magical colours across the cloud free skies. Reds, oranges, purples, all the colours that represent peace and cheerfulness, loving and passion.
    The Blue House Festival is an event, full to the brim with rip off 'Prize Every Time' games and hundreds of thousands of visitors from all around Europe each year. It is said that it is celebrated on the 13th of June every year because if an old tale that tells the terrifying story of two men who lived in a blue house, two very bad men. Part time thieves, part time drug smugglers, part time drug dealers, part time criminal masterminds, part time murderers, part time kidnappers, part time alcoholics, oh, and part time two ordinary, neighbourly best friends who loved to be involved in public activities, fundraisers, charities and parties. One day people found out that the latest 3 crimes had traces of blue paint left behind, which happened to be the blue paint used to re-paint the walls of the men's house after they got blood on the walls after a previous murder. They couldn't wash their has because they had painted over a small hole in their water pipe which blocked it up, causing their toilets, sink and other water working appliances to fail.
    Personally I don't believe this myth because no 'criminal masterminds' would commit a crime with very obvious evidence bound to be left behind, but it's all just for fun and mostly for charity, including equine horse centre charities and canine dog centre charities, which I obviously think is great.
    When we get their, I notice it's a little more crowded than usual. Not by just another hundred people, but more like another hundred thousand people. The stables looked quite new, and I hadn't seen them last year, but would a few horses really make this much fuss? I mean, half these people look like business men or entrepreneurs. Rich, wealthy, slightly plump, waving bucket fulls of cash out to something beyond my sight. I decide to get closer, scuffing my feet along the mix of pebbles and gravel. my mother looks at my with her piercing eyes, the sort of stare she gives me when she discovers something I have done wrong.
"Alex, dear, come this way, you don't want to get caught up in that mess. Good girl." She calls. I follow her, again knowing arguing won't do any good. We pace up a short path to a 'Hook A Duck' stall.
"Here, you two have a go of this while I meet Ms Catherine, our new assistant cleaner." My mother whispers, pointing at a stick thin, black haired woman with pink, pointed glasses, wearing a tight turquoise tank top, tucked into a pink pencil skirt just below her breasts.
'Ew.' I think to myself with a quiet giggle. She looks like my year 5 teacher, Mrs Hancock, or Pinkie McPrancy, as my friend and I call her. Always dressed very cheesily and bright.
    Mother hands both Lindsey and I two pound coins and in her awkward stilettos and blue skintight jeans, struts over to Ms Catherine in a snooty, posh fashion. Over my head hangs a string of plush toys that look like green minions on steroids and crack. I had a toy like that when I was younger, before Lindsey threw it out the window in a game of catch where it landed in the bin. I thought the world was over already at that point. It was at the moment when the bin lorry pulled up outside the house and a man emptied the bin into the back of the lorry.
    I take another glance at the crowd of people grasping handfuls of money and throwing them towards the center of the crowd. I wonder what's happening.