I took another glance at myself in the mirror. Blue hair extensions, pink glossy lipstick, purple fake nails, and a Hello Kitty hair clip holding both my twin tails.

“If my triple A cups and my petite body won’t be enough to fool my next victims that I am a minor, my makeup will do the trick” I thought as I filled the new backpack I had scribbled over using markers with some old math textbooks I had not opened since I was in high school.

I arrived at around 9 AM, so the carnival was deserted, safe for the gypsies that operated the attractions, who stared at me with their narrow eyes, certainly tired after a long weekend of scamming people out of their money.

“This sucks!” I heard a young voice scream.

“I didn’t know they are closed on Mondays! Beside, everything is better then an English test.” Yelled another.

“I’m not closed. I just won’t start the roller coaster for only two people. It costs me more money in electricity than I make in tickets.” Said a rougher, much older voice.

Two boys, with backpacks on their shoulders, were playing hooky.

A chubby one with bleached hair and hazel eyes, and a thin tall ginger, with more acne than freckles on his face.

Just what I came here for.

“I want to ride it too” I exclaimed.

“Alright fine, but leave the backpacks here. It’s dangerous to bring them on the ride.” Said the gipsy.

I paid for my ticket and put my wallet in my pocket.

We all got on different wagons. The lap bars came down, and the train started moving. I always hated those things. I heard the boys in front of me scream in excitement. I was screaming in legitimate fear, trying not to puke on their heads.

Two minutes later, we came down dizzy with motion sickness.

“Hey, where is my money!” Said the ginger. “My wallet is empty”

“Same with mine.” Said the chubby one.

“Why didn’t you watch our backpacks?” He yelled at the operator.

“Nah, I took it myself. And what are you gonna do about it? Tell your parents? You wanna admit to them that you were skipping classes to have your 20 Euros back?”

He laughed at them, safe behind the glass of the ticket booth.

The boys left, livid with rage. I followed suit.

“Wait guys! I can lend you some of mine!” I screamed while chasing them.

“Really, why would you do it for us?” Asked the tall one.

“Well, the fairs aren’t fun when you are alone, and I don’t have any friends. I’m Marta, by the way.”

“I’m Roberto” said the ginger.

“I’m Stefano” said the chubby one.

Marta: “Nice to meet you. Which class are you in?”

Stefano: “We are both in class 2c. What about you?”

Good, that meant they were at least 15 years old. That’s above the age of consent in my country. Legally, my ass was covered. Unless, they somehow skipped a year. But that was unlikely, seeing how they were now skipping classes. In fact, it was likely they had to repeat a year or two.

Stefano: “Hellooo, I’m talking to you!”

Marta: “Oh, sorry. Um, yeah I’m in class 3b”

Roberto: “No way, my sister is in your same class. Her name is Serena”

Stefano: “Are you sure it’s the same school?”

Marta: “Uhm, I go to Dante’s Lyceum of Classical Studies”

Stefano: “No way, that’s a private school. I thought you had to wear a uniform.”

Marta: “That’s true, but today I’m not going.”

Roberto: “Oh, ok. Your parents must be very rich.”

Marta: “Yup. I can do anything I want. Let’s go to the Music Express first.”

Since each car only had two seats, the boys argued for a while over who should ride it with me. I let them fight for a bit, and eventually opted to ride it with Roberto.

The ride wasn’t as scary as the roller coaster, but it was still pretty frightening. Especially when going backwards. As it accelerated, Roberto “accidentally” bumped into me, often grabbing my thigh in the process.

When the ride slowed down, the canopy covered the trains, obscuring us from the rest of the world. It was the moment both me and Roberto were waiting for.

Lips were pressed on my neck, then they retreated. I saw his figure fumbling, trying to find me in the darkness.

His lips touched mine. Just for a brief moment. I put my arm around his shoulder, held down his head, and brought his lips back where they belonged, resting over mine.

I opened my lips, but He still kept his sealed, unsure what to do. I took action myself.

My tongue came out of my mouth and I flicked his upper lip with it, exposing his teeth. He pushed me back, startled.

Roberto: “I have never kissed with the tongue before”

Marta: “Neither did I. That’s why I wanted to try.”

That was all the convincing He needed, but before we could resume, the ride stopped and the roof went up again.

Roberto was red in the face with excitement, and had a massive erection between his legs, which he tried to cover with his sweater as we got off the ride.

Roberto: “How about another go?”

Stefano: “Yeah, but this time I’m not going on a cart alone!”

Roberto: “Why not, are you too scared?”

Marta: “Enough boys, I’m the one paying, so I decide where we go next.”

Roberto: “So you wanna ride the Music Express with me again, right? It was super exciting”

Marta: “Nah, mate. It was totally lame.”

As these words came out of my mouth, the dumb smile on Roberto’s face disappeared. I would have enjoyed teasing him like that throughout the day.

“We are going to the ferris wheel next” I declared.

But before we got there, Stefano insisted I let him try the shooting gallery. “Win a new Iphone by taking down 30 cans in 30 shots.” the sign read.

The I Phones on display were last year’s latest model, and there is always a trick to these stupid games. They are designed to waste your money as quickly as possible, while making you think they rely on your skill to be won. I knew at least half of the cans on the shelves were either magnetized or filled with pebbles.

Still, He aimed at the top of the cans, and He always hit its target, so He knocked down 22 of them.

Both Roberto and I were pretty impressed.

Roberto: “Dude, that was sick”

Stefano: “Yeah, my brother has an air soft gun. I practised every summer afternoon”

Roberto: “You can get another one for me with that many points”

Instead, He took a weird looking sheep plush.

Roberto: “Ew, you still like Pokemon? What are you, a baby?”

He handed that thing to me saying: “It’s a present”

I was outraged both because He used my money to gift me a bootleg toy that was worth way less than what He paid for the attraction, and because something like that could pass for a Pokemon nowadays.

But I still found his action very cute.

Without saying a word, I gave him a kiss on the cheek to thank him.

Both their faces turned red. Stefano’s with excitement, Roberto’s with rage.

One skipped happily next to me all the way to the next ride, the other followed behind, with a frown on his face looking down at his feet, and his hands in his pockets.

The situation was only exacerbated by my next comment: “Hey Roberto, you don’t mind holding my plush while I go on the gondola with Stefano, do you?”

“I’m not going. And you can stuff your plush up your… backpack” He replied.

Stefano: “Oh, look who is acting like a baby now”

Marta: “Come on, you should come as well. There is something I need to show you”

Roberto: “What is it?”

Marta: “I’m not telling, but you can only see it from up there.”

Roberto: “It better be worth it”

As I opened my backpack to tuck away the plush, I felt a cold gaze over my shoulders.

Stefano: “Woah, I didn’t expect you to have so many math textbooks. I thought you said you studied classics. Can I see them?”

I quickly stuffed the plush in the bag and zipped it, hoping He didn’t notice how old those books were.

Marta: “Nerd! Who cares about that I’m here to have fun not to think about school!”

Stefano looked mortified and Roberto snickered.

I waited for the gondola to reach the top. Stefano was sitting in front of me, while Roberto sat alone in the next gondola.

Roberto: “So what is the cool thing you wanted to show us? There is nothing interesting!”

Marta: “It’s over here!”

Roberto: “I can’t see anything”

Marta: “Look right behind you!”

He turned his face towards me. Once I had both of their attention, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid a hand down my panties.

Their jaw dropped in unison.