I looked around, examining the bright surroundings. My eyes took in the neon lights and colorful attractions, spotting a familiar silhouette. My sister. A short, chubby girl, wearing a bright purple shirt that contrasted greatly from her dark brown skin. She was smiling, her cheeks expanding to be met with her short hair, a color so dark it could almost be mistaken for black. Almost. The shining of the sun exposed the true dark brown nature of her mane.

I watched as she flew with the ride, a small roller coaster. Meant for kids, if not obvious by the size, then the shape which was of a pastel green caterpillar. The miniature coaster reached a sharp turn, causing some of the lighter kids to, despite their seatbelts, slightly fling to the other side of the small cart. The children squealed in a response to this, their laughs releasing the sweet gas that was pure joy. 

My head finds itself turning to the side, away from the small attraction towards its’ much more impressive counterparts. Older kids, as well as adults, lined up for those ones. The ones meant to give a much more intense thrill than what you’d find my sister on.

The crowd was large, murmurs filling the air with the occasional discernable word. It was such a lively event, the fair. I could hear the mechanics of the rides in the background of the varying conversations, as well as the pop music, lightly playing from the speakers. Occasionally, my ears were able to catch the sound of oil popping, welcoming a multitude of goods into itself.

My eyes glanced down to my feet, observing my outfit as they panned down. A basic thing, black t-shirt paired with black, straight-legged jeans that laid high around my waist – just barely above my belly button. I regretted the choice of such thick clothing, feeling the sweltering heat upon my exposed skin, the slight beads of sweat beginning to form on my back, under the shirt whose dark color undoubtedly attracted more attention from the cruel sun. But it didn’t matter.

I was much too absorbed with the rush that engulfed the population of people within the fair. The dashing of people as they ran to their desired rides, the happiness of those enjoying their food. 

Oh, the food. Things that I would never eat on a normal occasion, but are just too good to resist on a day like then. How could I resist the temptation of the sweet smells, the ones that completely overwhelmed anything else? The sweetness paired with the greasiness of the cooking oil. The powdered sugar that would surely coat the fried good, as it was customary for fair foods to drown the sweets in ungodly amounts of it. My mouth watered just at the thought of it.