Chapter 7: Worst or Best

“Come on!” he abruptly opened the entryway of his car. I nearly jumped in my seat in astonishment when he opened the door on my side and then he continuously took me with him. He appears elevated all of a sudden.

“Nathan, wait!” we just run while he’s making fun of my fidgety phase.

“So, what should we ride first?”

Yes, you heard him right. We’re actually at the carnival right now. Before us are diverse developments of a traveling entertainment show, rides, and any fun, party, or celebration, as a program of sports or amusement.

In short, I’m in hell.

“What are we doing here?!” panic can be heard in my voice as I scan the place. Goodness no, this is the least thing I need right now. Engaging with a parcel of people isn't truly my cup of tea. I can feel the color of my face deplete. From here in my spot, I feel queasiness just by observing the tall establishments.

The sun was dropping as the sky turned elevating. Night was drawing nearer and the cold breeze was blowing on my skin.