Amy loved face paint. There was something so childish about it, and that was what Amy was, childish and shiz. She wandered over to the booth, she could still see the coaster, but no one would go on with her. Which sucked. Boooooo. Shrugging, she stuffed her hands into her jeans and took out her phone, checking the time, and then walked over to the que.

There was an older girl there, and she had a habit of saying stupid things, which wouldn't bode well, particulary if they thought themselves "sophisticated". Ah well. This was pretty safe conversation really. What do you think you'll get? She asked, trying to keep her voice all normal