Amusement Park

What do you wear to an amusement park pondered Faith. It'd been 12 years since she'd been in one. Her parents had gotten too tired of taking her. Considering the weather, Faith pulled on her sweat bermuda shorts and a Hollister T-shirt. She put on her athletic sneakers and pulled her curls back into a more or less tame ponytail. A few strands sprung back out, but Faith let it go. She then smoothed chapstick over her lips and gave herself an innocent rim of eyeliner. She was all set and good to go. She made her way downstairs and found Locke downstairs already, playing with her little brother, her parents smiling approvingly.
Locke gets up and shakes her parents' hands. "Nice to meet you sir...ma'am."
"Nice to meet you as well Locke."
Little Damion hugged Locke's legs. "Awww, don't go Locke!! Pwease!"
Locke chuckled, "I gotta go now thought buddy. I'll see you later, I promise."
Daimon sniffled.
"Ready?" Locke asked me.
Stomach churning, Faith nodded.