Looking up from my book, I spotted him. He was walking towards me through the clustered crown on the streets of the town fair. I stood up, taking out the wad of money I had stuffed into my pockets before I left the house and put the bills into my sweaty palms. Walking towards the ferris whell, our meeting place.
The ferris wheel was brightly lit by now with many different colors with a backdrop of a falling dark night sky. There was blue, yellow, green, red, purple, and white. They all spun around in a circle in the middle part of the ferris wheel, where all the metal rods met.
When I had gotten to the foot of the ferris wheel he arrived at the same time as I did. We both got in line behind a couple that was making out. It was pretty nasty because it looked like they were about to suck each others face off.
There was an air of silence between us as we got on to one of the metal carts. The seats were crappy. The paint was chipping away, leaving patches of black in the worn red paint. There were many candy wrappers on the ground with a couple of cigerette butts mized in with the trash.
After the guy working the controls of the ferris wheel shut our door, the ferris wheel started turning counter clockwise and we lifted into the air.
About a minute later we were at the bery top. He was the first to break the silence between us that had started when we first got into the cart.
"Look, I don't like wasting time up in this fucking ferris wheel. So you have the money or what?"
As I sat there, I took a few seconds to look at him before answering. He had a head covered with dirty blonde shaggy hair. His grey eyes matched his apparent cold atmosphere that revolved around him. Continuing downwards I could see he was wearing a black hoddie that fit him perfectly, showing off his muscles. How a hoddie does that still is a mystery to me. Then on his probably muscular legs, hung a pair of loose-fitting blue, faded denim jeans. He was sagging, which is one thing I don't get why people find it attractive. The continuing even further down on his feed were a pair of black Nikes that matched his hoodie.
"Yes, I have the money. Do you have what I told you to bring?"
"Of course you idiot. Or eles we wouldn't be here."
I gave him a skeptical look and raised my brown, scruffy eyebrow.
Responding to my skeptism, he took out a little see through plastic baggy with a couple white crystals held within it. I opened my hand revealing the money,
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By the time the ferris wheel had gone in one complete circle since we got on, there was a black hooded muscular teen walking one way with a wad of money stuffed in a hidden pocket on the inside of his hoddie next to his hand gun. And going the opposite way heading was a girl in her teens also carrying something she couldn't get away from. Something she started when she was only 10. Something she was addicted to. Meth.
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A/N: Soooo....just trying a new story! comment belown and tell me what you think! THANKS!! <3
