The Fairground

I rubbed my eyes after getting up too fast. I felt lightheaded, but I still had the slurpee in my hand that I bought from the concession stands from earlier. I wasn't very hungry because of the nachos & the footlong chili dog i had eaten earlier at the concession stands with shredded mozzarella cheese layered on top of the hot dog. I couldn't find my friend Eric anywhere. He and I had gone to a fair called, "John F. Kennedy commons Fairground". But Eric was typically the kind of person to wander off on his own, and end up getting lost quite often from time to time. I finished drinking my slurpee, threw it in the garbage can next to me, and prepared for the next ride to go on at the fair: