"Who's ready for the carnival?" Asked Felix excitedly.
"Wait! What about our clothes? We have to show you, Felix!" Marzia yelled while dragging me to her room.
"Here, put this outfit on. You will look amazing!"
She says giving me the outfit."Thank you, Marzia." I say as I take the clothes.
I put on the clothes on in my room. I start to change and I feel something poke me. What? Please don't be a needle or anything that can kill me or make me pass out. I put my hand towards where I'm being poked and it was just a tag from the new shirt. The clothes felt uncofterble and I didn't like it.I come out of my room and I see Marzia outside my bedroom and she looks shocked in surprise that I actually wore the outfit.
" You look amazing!" She says with a big smile.
"Thanks. Can you take this tag off? It's kinda bugging me."
" Yeah! Sure." Marzia says as she reaches for the tag.
"You Ready Felix?" Marzia yells so Felix could hear her.
"Yeah! Hold On!!" Felix yells impatiently. He walks out with himself dressed nicely done. He looked kinda cute.
Marzia looked at us both as if something is going on."You both look very fancy. As if you two could be a couple." She says kinda annoyed.
"Oh no!"
"Yeah but you two COULD be the same age."
"Still seems wrong." Felix and I say at the same time. He looks at me but keep my eyes on Marzia.
"Well. Are you two lady's ready?" Felix says, taking Marzia's hand.
"Yes." I reply.
"Of course." Marzia replyed.
"Then let's go!" Felix says while grabbing the keys.
"Do we walk or drive?" I ask to see who will answer.
" Um, we can drive. After the carnival, we might be tired." Felix answers.
We start to get into the car. I feel as if I forgot something.
"Wait, I think I forgot my-" I get cutoff by Felix holding up my backpack. Thank goodness.
"Kay, I'm ready!" I say taking my backpack. That was a bit weird.

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