A large man walks out of the vehicle with a child squirming behind him.
My first trip on a hot air balloon does NOT go as planned. First, I jump in the car, but I forget my sunglasses so I decide to run back in, but as I’m running, a bird lands and poops on my head and totally ruins my hair for the carnival. Second, I’ve been in the car for almost three hours now; it’s burning hot and super sunny, and there is still traffic, so I open the car door and take a short walk, and just as I walk out, all of the traffic stops and starts speeding away, and I have to run such a far distance.
“This feels like a marathon,” I cry.
Five minutes into my run, I feel like dying, but a car is racing and honking behind me. So I stop, turn around, and stomp to that car.
“Hey!” I yell. “Can y’all stop honking? It’s so annoying.”
The car starts to back up as I walk towards it with my trusty icebreakers. A large man walks out of the vehicle with a child squirming behind him.
“Hey!” he says. “What’s your problem?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that you and the rest of your family keep on following me,”
“Oh, that’s what you think?” he asks.
“Yeah? What were you guys trying to do then?” I ask.
“We were just trying to ask if you wanted a ride. We saw that you came out of your car.”
I gasp, looking around to see if all of this nonsense is a joke.
“You’re joking, right? I’m not coming with you guys, I don’t even know you guys!!!”
“No ma’am we’re not … now come with us.”
I scream as they grab my arms and throw me into their trunks while restraining me. I try to fight back but they tie me up and slam the trunk closed as they drive along the road.
I kick and scream hoping that someone will hear me but turns out, I find the rear light and kick it out of the trunk. Then I notice that there is a police car behind us and they also see me kicking the light out of the trunk. I’m saved, but I need to find my way to the carnival, so I don’t miss my hot air balloon ride! So while the police officers are filing documents for child endangerment and attempted kidnapping, I run like a track star while listening to my favorite song “Clumsy Dancer” by Kanii. It really gets me going, to be honest. About five minutes later, I finally get there with 10 minutes to spare, so I sit down on a bench and try to relax then I notice my parents. They call me over, so I stand up, right? Turns out, there’s a fresh paint and glue coat on the bench, and I know that if I stand up, my life will be ruined forever by an embarrassing moment.
