#wswevent6

“I’m probably going to feel sick in the morning,” Christian mumbled around a mouthful of cotton candy. He’d only been at the fair for a few hours but so far he’d had more than just a few cotton candies, funnel cakes, and slushies. Considering the fact that he wasn’t 16 anymore, he was amazed that he wasn’t feeling sick to his stomach right now, but he’d always believed that the best part of fairs was the food and what was the point of being there if he wasn’t going to indulge? “But cotton candy is essentially God’s gift so I can’t even begin to feel sorry.”

Magdalena was bored. She couldn’t believe it. The Spring Festival had been something that she’d enjoyed since she was a child. It was a staple to life in Westwick and she’d always enjoyed it, but right now, she was well and truly bored out of her mind. It seemed ridiculous to even think considering that there was so much going on around her: rides, laughter, games. She’d left Cara with Graham -- she’d figured that they’d needed a bit of time alone -- and ventured off to find something to do on her own. The idea, in theory, had been wonderful. She very rarely had alone time, but now that she actually time on her own, she had no idea what to with it. “Great. I’ve become one of those mothers,” she muttered to herself. She’d never wanted to become one of those mothers who was so entangled with her child that she simply didn’t know what to do when said child wasn’t around, but here she was. "Gross.”

Rowan could feel the rush, he was about to win the food competition, it was not something that would get him a story in a tech magazine, no, but unlike the rest he could hear people cheering up for him and the hype on that was something he hadn’t felt before, or at least not something he could remember. He felt like the rock star he likes to pretend he was in the shower when he sang. 

The moment his lips left the beer bottle, Hari could finally put his thought into action. “Oh, hey there.” Hari had reached for the other person’s shoulder with his spare hand. Having seen them walking in his direction, he purposefully turned away from his ‘date’. She was talking to a craft stall attendant. So, he whispered to the other. “Met this girl on Tinder. She’s very boring. Please. Take me away now.” He lifted the bottle, and offered in a normal volume. “Do you want one?” 

“’Come on! It’ll be fun!’” Ethan mocked his company, shutting his eyes a moment and gently shaking his head with a light groan. He couldn’t even walk that far from the exit gate, everything still feeling like it was shifting around him. Apparently, festival rides were not meant for him. “Ugh, I hate you right now...” Ethan tried to breathe through his nose slowly, hoping the motion sickness would pass quickly. “...I’m good, I’m good.”