The Fair: Part 1

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” That’s how my day at the fair started. I turned around to see what was happening. A couple of girls had bumped into each other. One had a blue sweater, and the other had a gold jacket.

“That was your fault sweetheart”, said blue sweater girl. The one in the gold jacket just narrowed her eyes and said, “Don’t call me sweetheart”. She pushed blue sweater girl’s shoulder. Blue sweater girl pushed her back, but harder. Before I knew it, they were in a full out fight. A crowd started to gather. I wanted to leave, but the crowd was too thick. I couldn’t get out. Eventually some officials came to break up the fight, and everyone scattered. I was pushed this way and that in the chaos. My feet stumbled over themselves, and I ended up falling over. I expected to hit the ground, but something broke my fall. It took me a second to register what I had fallen on. It was a person, and not just any person, it was a boy. I got up as fast as possible, and then helped him up.

“I am so sorry”, I said.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. Those people are crazy.” He had dark curly hair, and sparkling green eyes. He had a bright smile, too. I wouldn’t be surprised if that was what lit up the world in the day, not the sun.

“Are you okay”, he asked. I had no idea how long I had been silently standing there.

“Oh, um, yeah I’m fine”, I replied. “What about you? You’re the one who made contact with the ground.” He laughed, and said, “Yeah I’m good.”

“Well that’s good.” I smiled back at him. “So, um I guess I’ll be going now.”

“Hey wait, what’s your name”, he asked just as I went to turn and leave.

“I’m Piper”, I answered.

“Well Piper, My name is David.” He stuck out his hand, and I shook it. I didn’t want to leave, but it was going to get awkward soon. So, I had to make up something fast.

“I got to go. I’m on my way to balloon darts, and I don’t want the line to get to long before I get there.”

“Oh I’m great at balloon darts. I bet you can’t pop more than me in just one round.” This was perfect. I could still talk to him, and it wouldn’t be awkward.

“I’ll take you up on that bet.”

“Okay, if you win I’ll buy you ice cream”, he offered.

“And if you win?”

“If I win you have to go on a real date with me.”

“Deal”, I said as I put out my hand for him to shake. Once he did, we ran off to the balloon dart booth to see who would win the bet.