Why I Hate Cotton Candy

"You know, most people like the county fair."

I glanced up from the map to see a clown sitting next to me. I couldn't remember how many clowns were left, but there was clearly at least one. Which was strange, because I was pretty certain I had gotten them all. But after all that had happened so far, I decided not to question it.

"It's not bad, I guess," I muttered. "We've just been here too long."

"Too long, huh?" The clown chuckled. "A few hours too long for you?"

"Tch, yeah, sure." I looked back down at the map, which had now shifted.

I wish it was a few hours. It should have been a few hours. I did expect it would be a few minutes over, considering how excited my sisters get, but not this long. My parents promised me we would only stay three hours.

It's been ten weeks.