The weather was hot and muggy, and Jane Nixon could feel the sweat welling up on her skin. It was the fourth day she had lived in the town, and as she passed people downtown, all she heard was about the carnival that was going to be in town. As if the 'reminders' from the townfolk weren't enough, everywhere she looked, posters were plastered on the windows of the businesses. Nobody would let her forget.<br/><br/>Jane grew up in a big city, with many other options available for entertainment, but by the sound of the people who lived in her new town, the carnival was the only entertainment they have seen for years. The only reason she ended up in a small town, because she was renovating her life, molding herself into someone she had always dreamed of being. Of course, the big city life was just about as dramatic as the small town, because before she moved in, everyone knew who she was, where she came from, and what she was trying to accomplish.<br/><br/>'I know you.' A woman pointed to her while Jane was buying a soda from the grocery store. 'Aren't you Michael Nixon's daughter?' She asked.<br/><br/>Jane stood there, trying to place the face. Yes, she was his daughter. How did the woman even know who she was? It was weird. She was practically famous, and she moved about fifty miles from her home city.<br/><br/>"Excuse me." She said as she tried to walk through the sea of people, which made the day seem even hotter. She walked toward a large building, which seemed to take her eons to get there, because of the congested traffic from one side of the carnival to the other. Her destination...the bathroom.<br/><br/>She had been to carnivals, before, but here, it seemed as if all of the rides were as close to each other as possible, especially for the amount of room allotted for the event. Finally, after what seemed like hours, she made it to her destination. Wasting no time, she high-tailed it into the bathroom stall.