"Thanks for the ride mom!" I say as Ally and I hop out of the car.
"Have a good time, and be safe you two!!" My mom calls cheerily.
As she drives away, Ally and I walk into the carnival, Ally nervously hanging behind. And then she stops, dead in her tracks. I look for the thing she is staring at. Of course. I think, there's clowns. Two are flanking the entrance, a murderous leer painted on their faces. One had a black diamond painted over a scar on his right eye, and the other guy, a red teardrop. Why would a friendly carnival have these creeps at its entrance? I wonder.
I grab Ally's hand, and march her inside, eyeing the clowns as we go. Warning signs are flashing in my brain, as we're fast walking by. Man, even I get a bad feeling around these guys.
After that encounter, Ally and I went on lots of rides, played lots of games, ate lots of caramel apples. Eventually, we forgot about the weird clowns, and just had fun. Occasionally, a clown would pop up to sell us a balloon animal or something, and for a while Ally kept feeling like we were being watched. After a while, I had to agree with her. I felt it too.
"Hey, Rose, I'm going to get some food, do you want some?" Asked Ally.
"Naw I'm good, I'm going to go wait in line for the yo-yo." I said. And with that we split up. Big mistake.
