Winter Break was over, and you were not looking forward to go back to school, but it happens to already be Tuesday much to your disappointment. Even though you had perfect grades, didn't mean you liked school. In fact, it was quite the contrary with you, you absolutely hated school. You hated it with a deep, burning passion that lingered in your heart. You thought that your past ancestors had given that trait to you, perhaps even a past life. It took forever to get through school hours, but, this is going to be what your life is like for the next four or six years, because you have yet to choose what your professional career will be.

Once you had finally gotten out of class, your old man Mr. Langford came to visit you at your dorm.

"Ah, there you are. I need to speak to you." He took out his handkerchief and dusted your arm off to put his hand there.

"What do you need Mr. Langford?" You tried to act all innocent like, teachers always fall for that trick.

"We were having a school carnival game to raise funds for the Science Department this coming Wednesday, would you like to participate?" You pictured yourself managing the dunking booth, and putting one of the girls inside. Imagine the hilarity coming out of that, you thought that it would be perfect.

"What is there to participate in?" You respond.

"There's a dunking booth, pie throwing, ring tossing, knife throwing, water gun shooting, horse racing, and a whole lot of things." Your eyes widened in shock. You tilt your head like a confused puppy dog, and Mr. Langford stopped midsentence.

"Something wrong dear boy?" Your mouth was still agape, and you shook your head to get out of your trance.

"Knife throwing? Isn't that dangerous for little kids?" Knives are not toys, and what if there were kids going? Or worse, Pinkie getting a hold of them.

"Why yes indeed, but there is an age and height prerequisite for that one. We also hired some doctors to chaperone, as well as pump someone's stomach when they eat too much junk food." He chuckled, you thought about it for a second.

"Well, I don't see why not. I also do like Science... Meh, I'll do it." You say, Mr. Langford being the old man he was chuckled.

"Good my boy! I will see you at the meeting tomorrow morning. The fare is from 3 to 7:30 PM!" He five starred you on the back, which hurt like hell. You reach for the spot that he slapped, but instead you laid back onto the wall with your shirt pulled up. The cold immediately relieved any pain that was inflicted, and you had that face again.

"Well, this paper Mr. Langford gave me is where I have to be." You thought to yourself, the paper also said that you were assigned to the dunking booth, which could be a lot of fun.

The meeting was done and over with, and believe it or not, nobody that you knew was there. The only person that was there that you knew was Mr. Langford, and he was going to be the guy selling tickets at the front gate. You were the only one volunteering for this fare, which put a damper on your mood. You were getting everything set up for the dunking booth, and everything technical seemed to be in good working condition. You were tacking the baseballs until someone tapped you on the shoulder, that person was Ms. Cheerilee, the one managing everything.

"I need to thank you for this, and also I need you to put these on." She pulls out some swimming trunks, you looked at it in surprise.

"This isn't for me, right?" You said sheepishly.

"No, it's for you. You are the one assigned to this booth, correct?" You nod.

"Than yes, it's for you. You're the one being dunked." You facepalm. You go into the tent to put on the swimming trunks. You couldn't believe you were doing this in 40 degree weather.

"I'll do it, for science." Luckily for one of the prizes was a wet suit, so if you got too cold you could pay for it yourself and use it for your own benefit.

It was cold outside, and all you were wearing was a pair of swimming shorts and a towel acting as a blanket for you. Luckily by noon it warmed up a little bit, and by 3 it was in the 50's, so you were lucky Mother Nature was on your side. There was a line waiting to go inside of the carnival games fare, and Mr. Langford you could see that he was having trouble keeping up with all the money. You could see who were the first people in line, it was Pinkie and Rainbow, not to your surprise. Once they headed in, they were walking straight towards you, of course they wanted to see you soaking wet in the cold. The maximum amount of dunks you could probably go was five, hoping that the water is warm.

"Well well well, look what we've got here. If it isn't the Rookie."

"Ha ha Rainbow, very funny. If you want to dunk this," You gestured to yourself, "You're gonna have to pay up."

"How much to dunk your sorry ass?"

You whistle and point over to the sign, in which it cost two tickets. That's the reason why Mr. Langford was at the front gate, there was a ticket fee, in which a dollar got you four. But you saw that Rainbow had a stack of tickets, it is a rich people school in the first place.

You had a deadpan expression as Rainbow got a bullseye on the first hit, and down into the somewhat luke warm water you went. You swim up and gasp for air, you didn't know that dunking booths could be so deep in such a small tub.

"Fuck you too Rainbow. Sometimes I think you like abusing me."

"It's not abusive if you like it, right?"

"I guess not." You look to the side and see a whole line of people waiting to see you get dunked into the pool. There was also a rule where the customer could choose who to dunk, so luckily they weren't all meant for you.

Rainbow and Pinkie left you alone to deal with the growing line of people waiting to dunk you or hopefully someone else. The line had to be at least a mile long, and in the distance you saw Pinkie giving a try at the knife throwing booth, if only you were there to watch that. Actually, scratch that, you wish you were there watching her behind a slab of plexiglass.

"This is going to be a long fucking day." You sigh before you plunge under water, gasping for air again.

You quit half way through the fest because the water started to get cold. You were already soaking wet and stayed that way through the whole thing. By the time you were able to do anything it was almost closing, and pretty much only little kids were there with their parents. All of the older people were gone, and most of the good prizes were also gone.

In a way you felt accomplished, because when you visited Mr. Langford his makeshift cash register was overflowed. Most of that cash came from the older kids wanting to dunk you, or at least that's what you thought. At least you'll be able to get new equipment in Science class, pretty much everything was falling apart, even the scissors and glue bottles.

You have knife throwing a go because throwing knives is awesome. All you had to do was throw a knife either into a hole or to try and pop a balloon. It was really easy to get through the hole, but it was more difficult trying to pop a balloon with a makeshift knife, it was just a sharpened stick in all honesty.

"Alright I'm out. Peace!" You say as you leave the fest, you went back to your dorm to dry yourself off and hopefully not catch a cold. But before you got into your room Rainbow came out of hers.

"Is it fun?"

"Is what fun?"

"Being all wet." You thought she was being dirty with you, and you were right.

"Yeah, and I think you know that feeling all too well." You respond, she had a flustered blush as she went back inside of her room.

You chuckle to yourself and stripped your wet clothes off, it was a stupid idea to put them back on right after you get out of the pool.

Author's Note

I've noticed that my last chapter was rushed, I am currently working to fix my habit of rushing, and hopefully this will come out better. By the way I finally got my own room! I know I'm a bit old not to have my own room by now, but my brother was always such a baby. I also took the playstation with me, and got a new TV as well. Lucky me.