CHAPTER 13: THE CARNIVAL ISNT THE ONLY ATTRACTION
Friday, August 27, 2014
Dear Diary,
Today is Blane and I’s first date as a couple! I’m so excited! He said we’re going to a carnival. Apparently, there is an annual carnival that comes to town and everyone from school goes. It should be fun. I’m just glad I can be with Blane. Whoops! He’s here. Gotta go! I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.
XOXO,
Carter Rosenthal
I closed my diary and ran downstairs. Katie had a field day dressing me. I wore a beige tank top and a high waisted royal blue skirt with a brown belt over it. My hair was loosely curled and my eyes were made up. I never knew eyelashes could be so long and dark!
As I ran downstairs, I jumped into Blane’s arms and he whirled me around and kissed the top of my head.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said smiling.
This was the first time I had seen his car. We usually walked everywhere. He had a 2014 black BMW i8.
“Um, Blane?”
“Yeah?”
“Something you wanna tell me?” I asked shocked at the multimillion dollar car in my humble driveway.
“Oh, the car? It’s… uh… well it’s mine. Something wrong with it?” he asked alarmingly.
“No, but who are you?” I whispered to myself.
He didn’t even need to open the door for me because all he had to do was press a button and the door flew open. This was insane.
We drove past tons of trees until we finally left our little town of Cold Brook. As we entered the countryside, we saw flashing carnival lights.
“I can’t wait to ride the Ferris Wheel! Oh, or play the carnival games! Oh, or maybe we could…”
“Woah, slow down there, Tiger. We have all the time in the world” he said before grabbing my hand.
I loved holding his hand. I loved it so much.
As we approached the parking lot, I saw a clown puke. Clowns don’t go to carnivals…
“Blane? Why are there clowns here?”
“Oh, its probably just an attraction. Weird.”
I waved it off, but there was a feeling in my stomach that this wasn’t going to be an ordinary night.
First, we rode the Ferris Wheel and took a picture from the top. Then, Blane took my phone and took a picture of himself kissing my cheek. Then another of him kissing my lips. After that, he put the phone down and we just kissed.
After riding the Ferris Wheel twice and playing around 30 carnival games, I was hungry, so I told him I’d go get a pretzel from the food truck a few feet away.
Before I describe what happened next, I want to say that this place was frickin’ massive. Like huge. And so crowded. So I naturally got lost in the crowd. Suddenly, I had no idea where I or the food truck was. I tried to find my phone but then I realized that Blane had taken it to tell his mom he’d be home late.
