It was when I reached eighteen that my fate began to change dramatically.
On my birthday this year, vine and paste would be something I\'d want to indulge in a little. That idea was completely discarded when my best sister Neme, who had the same look like me, continued driving for three hours above the time limit. The blizzard is one of the most awful features of today\'s situation. It snowed softly on and off throughout the day.
She delighted in making jokes on me, and she was very skilled at it as well. I was looking forward to a superb bar with wine in French paste that was on the menu.
we spoke about our favorite movie stars, and our bond became even more solid and lasting. After that, it was on to junior high school, which was then on to high school. As soon as Neme left the house with her lover, I realized how much I wanted her to be with me.
After high school, we made the decision to forgo further education. I, on the other hand, was employed as an office secretary for Neme, who was an advertisement designer. Everything was ideal up until the age of eighteen when everything changed.
She came to a complete stop in front of an old fishing rod. Old vans and brightly colored shelters stand up against a background of wasted grass, while trucks are parked in the parking lot next to them.
Whenever Neme takes her gaze away, her brows are knit together in concentration.
My amazement at seeing Neme stop her car next to an ancient, rusty pickup truck, causes my heart to tense. I\'ll be spending my birthday in the middle of nowhere at a dilapidated motel.
\"I think we\'re going to have a fantastic day wandering about and maybe going to a concert?\"
Even when it snowed, I was entirely oblivious to the situation. Looking out the window, you can see fine snowflakes pounding on the glass.
With a sigh, I got off the car. \"Thank you very much for the thoughtful birthday gift,\"
\"Don\'t be worried, sis,\" Neme says, a grin on her face. \"Everything is going to be OK.\"\"We’re going to have fun here.\"Neme breaks into laughter.
In my defense, I made a lighthearted remark. She yells, her voice rising to the top of her lungs. \"Come on, let\'s turn in our tickets and keep an eye on things here,\"
When we go outdoors for the first time, we find ourselves in the snow. Because it\'s chilly outdoors, I pull my pink jacket tighter over my chest to stay warm.
There isn\'t a large queue at the ticket desk, which is a welcome relief. The bizarre bar grabbed the curiosity of the general populace, just as Neme had anticipated it would.
The moment has arrived for us to turn in our ticket submissions. One of the men who works at the booth outside the window is dressed in a large fur coat with a scarf wrapped over his shoulders.
\"Enjoy.\" He responds with a mutter.
When I take a look around, I\'m struck by how dull everything is.
Everything looks shabby and old. It’s made up of several tents connected, with big vans outside.
On the outside of certain tents, there are costumed as various kinds of wolfs.
\"It\'s a touch spooky in here,\" While I\'m talking to her, I throw a sidelong glance over my shoulder at the buffoon a few feet away.
The crimson noses of everyone who passes her are squeezed every time they pass her way.
As we pass her, I don\'t even bother to look at her. The moment we go inside a heated shelter, I notice a tremendous difference.
\"We\'ve made it!\" she exclaims, slapping her hands together in excitement.
We find a bar counter.
\"Which one do you like to drink?\" I inquire after that.
Neme indicates with her hand to a visky.
The bartender put a big piece of ice in it, and shake the bottles.
This boy, as far as I can tell, has an amazing fashion sense. Curls around his face, and his hairdo is unkempt in places.
He questioned why we came here after just a fleeting glance at me.
I look at him with a puzzled look on my face.
There was a veiled implication in the way he phrased her query. Is there anything going on that I\'m not aware of at this point in my life?
\'For my birthday, my sis got me here.\' I stumble .
He\'s suddenly shown a scary look, and I\'m desperate to get away. It seems like Neme is enjoying the vine.
After leaving the tent and entering the frigid snow, Neme and I are both a little dispirited.
It\'s still a little cool out there!
“We\'ll see if we can catch a lift elsewhere.\" With a grin on her face, Neme says
Honestly, I think she\'s even more delighted than I am.
On the one ride that seems to be unsafe, the little gate has been locked.
The fact that Neme seems more at ease than I do is comforting.
A tent is seen by Neme.
My arm is yanked back by Neme, who says, \"Look. The astrologer,\"
\"Looks like they\'ve got something on their hands.\"
An eyebrow is raised by her. \"Is there anything you\'re afraid of?\" Whenever people assume I\'m afraid, my heart beats faster than normal. In this situation, I don\'t want Neme to believe I\'m afraid.
It\'ll be OK,\" She takes a deep breath and continues.
The camp is filled with the shadows cast by the candles that are burning inside of it. Other than that, they are strewn out on rugs or hanging from chains. With her hands clasped behind her chin, a lovely blonde takes a comfortable seat at a shabby table. She walks up to the table and hands the money to the proprietor.
\"Please take a seat, and your sister can take a rest.\"
I\'m not sure what this is. If I don\'t step over the cushions, Neme gives me a death gaze. Then I take a seat on the cushion and snort to myself. As soon as she sees Neme, she turns away from me.
\"I\'d want to know what your name is now.\"
I would much appreciate it if you could lend me your hands.\"
\"Neme\"
\"Virgin. This is your first time being sexually mature.\" she laughed out loud.
