MY Carnival...

When I was adopted and we moved to the county, about age three, our elementry school grounds held a huge carnival owned by my mom's friend. Needless to say, I was there every year. k-Now (10th) I was even a part of the Juinor Fire Fighters who sponsered the carnival. I was there 5-6 days a week, early before til late after.
Every year, and it was always magicle.
This time of the year, is when everything changed. Hell, got better. Weather I'd fall in love, hang out with old friends, meet new great people, it always changes the course.
Today was opening day...
Today was awful.
I was a  spiffed, and more then ready for carnival time! Then my mom didn't give me ticket money. Bummer, but I can deal. When we got there, it was empty and slowly filling up.
Then she had to be there. Her. That girl who ruined my middle school life. Who was once the most important person to me. My best friend, and cousen. Chelsea.
It was a shocker, due to the fact she was living in Florida for a long time. I thought when I first saw her, it wouldnt be so hard. All the anger, saddness, and hate for her.
It was sure there. Asacia (Who I was with, a.k.a. my other half and best friend) felt it to.
The whole carnival, it was all the craze.
Hell, I bet she LOVED it. Damn her...
Since she's been back, she's already started 'drama' on social networking etc. Facebook etc. (I don't have her added, so lord knows how) so the fire had alreadfy been set.
She threw glares.
We threw glares.
We honestly, only talked about wanting her gone, the whole time.
I mean, we wouldnt actualy hurt her. But we still wan't her to move back to Florida.
She doesnt belong here.
She had her screw ups, and forgiveness, and she deserves no more.
From me atleast, and many others who agree.
My whole family was there, Brooke, Sam, Jewels, etc.
Akward. We all had mixed emotions, but still... we all knew who she was.
An old friend.
An old foe.
So the carnival... I no longer felt the magic.
Felt the rush.
Felt the love I once had.
I felt hate...
I plan on going all week again with Asacia, but hey, maybe I just need to hop on the tilt-a-whirl and spin myself back into action...
I miss the years I had. I hate the fact, this could have been a better year, if I changed a few things a while back. But I can't. Oh well.
Accepting that, moving on. Still pissed. Bed time? Yes.
Good night bloggers.