Tina used to love the carnival. Any event was her time to shine. However that year it had kind of lost its appeal. It made her so angry. As usual, she resented her parents for pulling her into the dark side of Mystic Falls. She would have gladly kept leading her attention seeking, competitive and carefree life. Instead she was stuck with terrible knowledge and so few people to share that burden with.
Like a stable and totally not emotionally unstable person, she was taking her anger, frustration and agression on target attractions. It felt so good knocking down cans. Again and again. Tina eventually forgot about her troubles. " YES ! I win. Again !" She flipped her hair and was that close to do a celebratory dance. " This is how this is done people !"