The Rollercoaster

I walk to the Thunderbird ride, and all I hear are moans and groans. I let out a sigh. My smile starts to fade as I see the never ending que. As I wait in the line, I wonder if there is any chance I could get to the front. I could ditch my friend and go by myself, and go on with random people, but I’m sure he would be mad. Finally I get to the front of the line. I’m starting to regret waiting. It looks scary. I think I’m going to be sick. I hear screams. I see someone clutching their stomach….. oh no it’s my turn.

My feet feel like jelly as I walked to the ride. I gulp, then I find a cart and made sure it looks the like safest cart.  I sit in the cart. A man comes and makes sure the safety harness is on. I pull it at least one thousand times to make sure it’s on safe. The ride begins. My throat  goes dry as I hear the clickety old track. I feel like there is lava under the ride. As we get closer to other top my heart beats so fast  it’s about to burst out of my chest. Finally we are at the top and I tell myself “don’t look down, don’t look down” but then I looked …… AHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’m zooming down the tracks, it feels like 10000 times faster than a leopard.

We zoom to the left, my hair flies on my face, then we go right, we go upside down. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. We go backwards, and drop. Suddenly I am going forwards. Finally we slow down and the ride stops. I say to my myself “ phew it’s over”. It starts again! We go left, right, up, down, around the corner and drop. It stops  again, and I stay holding the bar just to be safe. I realize it is actually over, and I got out all dizzy. I step out and nearly fall over, but then I screamed “THAT WAS AWESOME!!!!”

By Grace Murray Brown