I remember I wanted to dress super cute that morning. Jeremy invited me to this carnival thing; I wasn’t sure if I was going to enjoy it but I wanted to look good and have some fun. I was thinking that it would be, like, a ferris wheel and some cotton candy and stuff, and maybe he’d win me a stuffed animal at some silly game. It was kind of a long drive from my house, so we could listen to some tunes on the drive with the windows down.
I picked out my blue pleated skirt with the two white stripes at the bottom, and put on my favorite black tights over a simple white pair of panties. My legs looked so good in those tights, I loved looking at myself in the mirror. I walked back and forth and swung my hips when I turned around so the skirt would do a little flip. It was so cute, I practically fell in love watching myself. We were going to be walking around the fairgrounds or whatever, so I took my comfy black flats. It was a warm day and I decided to wear this pale green tank top with spaghetti straps. I didn’t want to wear a bra. My boobs aren’t that big, but that tank was just snug enough that it would probably drive Jeremy crazy.