Time: 4:45 - 7:30 PM | Location: Sweet Spot Bakery - Suburbs - Fear Festival
"We're home!" Bonnie called in from the door. Her dad and Jenny filed in behind her.
"Thank goodness!" Came her mother's cry from further in the house. "If I have to keep looking at these spreadsheets for another minute, I will do something drastic." From the 'study', really just the desk at the back of the living room, came Bonnie's mom. She stretched her arms over her head. With a fond smile, Bonnie's dad stepped around his daughters and planted a quick kiss on their mother's cheek.
"Don't build them up too much, I'm doing them tomorrow." He smiled. Bonnie smiled silently, and headed upstairs to get ready for the festival.
A while later, Bonnie was freshly showered and dressed in a simple peach blouse, red cardigan and jeans. After all, it was an autumnal festival, couldn't hurt to keep the theme. She smiled down as she opened the musical jewellery box she'd had since childhood, and filled her bedroom with music. She was just putting on a cameo locket that had once been her grandmother's, and bore her namesake Dahlia, when a noise made her look up from the small mirror in the box's lid. With a smile, she quickly slipped on a simple red plastic bangle and stepped out into the hallway. Her sister's door was ajar, so Bonnie opened it further and leaned against the door jam. Jenny stood in the middle of what looked like the aftermath of a small tornado. Which was an unexpectedly apt description for her in a frenzy, now that Bonnie thought about it.
"Y'know, I don't think they'll be giving prizes for best dressed." Bonnie said. Jenny pouted over at her.
"I can't find my jacket." She frowned as she turned back to her closet. Bonnie leaned back and glanced down the stairs. She giggled quietly to herself. A moment later she returned to her sister's room.
"This jacket?" She said, holding up the bright blue coat, much to her baby sister's indignation.
After a few hours of both waiting, preparing, and some last minute calculations for Sweet Spot, the Fortenberrys arrived at the festival. They arrived fairly early, enough so that the line to get in hadn't built up fully yet. their parents bought tickets, but the family saw fit, given the girls' buzzing energy, to get Bonnie and Jenny bracelets. Bonnie grinned widely as she craned her neck this way and that to see all the festival had on offer. She threw an arm over Jenny's shoulder and pointed out her little sister's favourite carnival game, a stand for hook-a-duck. With naught but a nod, the pair rushed over excitedly, much to the amusement of their parents. Bonnie smiled and nodded to the middle aged man running the game, and showed him her bracelet, as Jenny held up her own as well. Bonnie grinned down at her little sister.
"Calling it, I'm gonna win that." Bonnie announced, pointing at an inflatable alien. Jenny looked up, then pointed with a devious grin.
"I'm gonna win that and chase you with it." Bonnie followed her finger to see a plush frog staring at her. Thankfully not a realistic looking one, but just the thought made her wince and shudder. Even so, she laughed good-naturedly at her sister's teasing.
"Oh, if I get one of those hammers, you are so gonna get it." She said.
"Thank goodness!" Came her mother's cry from further in the house. "If I have to keep looking at these spreadsheets for another minute, I will do something drastic." From the 'study', really just the desk at the back of the living room, came Bonnie's mom. She stretched her arms over her head. With a fond smile, Bonnie's dad stepped around his daughters and planted a quick kiss on their mother's cheek.
"Don't build them up too much, I'm doing them tomorrow." He smiled. Bonnie smiled silently, and headed upstairs to get ready for the festival.
A while later, Bonnie was freshly showered and dressed in a simple peach blouse, red cardigan and jeans. After all, it was an autumnal festival, couldn't hurt to keep the theme. She smiled down as she opened the musical jewellery box she'd had since childhood, and filled her bedroom with music. She was just putting on a cameo locket that had once been her grandmother's, and bore her namesake Dahlia, when a noise made her look up from the small mirror in the box's lid. With a smile, she quickly slipped on a simple red plastic bangle and stepped out into the hallway. Her sister's door was ajar, so Bonnie opened it further and leaned against the door jam. Jenny stood in the middle of what looked like the aftermath of a small tornado. Which was an unexpectedly apt description for her in a frenzy, now that Bonnie thought about it.
"Y'know, I don't think they'll be giving prizes for best dressed." Bonnie said. Jenny pouted over at her.
"I can't find my jacket." She frowned as she turned back to her closet. Bonnie leaned back and glanced down the stairs. She giggled quietly to herself. A moment later she returned to her sister's room.
"This jacket?" She said, holding up the bright blue coat, much to her baby sister's indignation.
After a few hours of both waiting, preparing, and some last minute calculations for Sweet Spot, the Fortenberrys arrived at the festival. They arrived fairly early, enough so that the line to get in hadn't built up fully yet. their parents bought tickets, but the family saw fit, given the girls' buzzing energy, to get Bonnie and Jenny bracelets. Bonnie grinned widely as she craned her neck this way and that to see all the festival had on offer. She threw an arm over Jenny's shoulder and pointed out her little sister's favourite carnival game, a stand for hook-a-duck. With naught but a nod, the pair rushed over excitedly, much to the amusement of their parents. Bonnie smiled and nodded to the middle aged man running the game, and showed him her bracelet, as Jenny held up her own as well. Bonnie grinned down at her little sister.
"Calling it, I'm gonna win that." Bonnie announced, pointing at an inflatable alien. Jenny looked up, then pointed with a devious grin.
"I'm gonna win that and chase you with it." Bonnie followed her finger to see a plush frog staring at her. Thankfully not a realistic looking one, but just the thought made her wince and shudder. Even so, she laughed good-naturedly at her sister's teasing.
"Oh, if I get one of those hammers, you are so gonna get it." She said.