My head
tilted back to stare at my death. Would it be so sudden I wouldn’t even feel
it? My stomach flipped, a somersault of anxious fear. Would I be able to
survive the wrath of the roller coaster of death? I heard the dull voice of the
bored worker saying, “Next.” The screams of joyous fear made me want to cry. I
get ready to tell the world goodbye.
It
was a day of red sun. It was so hot that your insides could have melted away. A
day at King’s Island in the middle of summer would be torture to the skin, but
I could take it. My family and I were walking around the park when I saw it.
The bridge to death, the road to heaven, the highway to… well, you get the
idea. A roller coaster! My dad told me I had to ride it, and I agreed. Not to
sound babyish, but I regretted it the moment we got in line. My heart jumped to
my throat as my head tilted back inch by inch to stare at the railroad track
that would take me to made doom. The ride attendant moaned about how she didn’t
get to eat between each “Next” she spoke. My breath quickened and my mouth
dried. Oh water, sweet water, I will miss you, I thought. My palms were
melting as my skin turned a blushing pink, raw from the sun that burned it in
the long wait to death.
I
was becoming anxious. When were we going on the roller coaster? I wondered.
If I was going to die, could I do it now? As if the attendants read my
mind, the doors opened and the Grim Reaper greeted me. We walked to the cars
and sat down. My throat tightened and my stomach flipped. The attendants came
around and brought down the restraints. Oh no, electric chair. I
thought. I took a deep breath, the last one ever.
Soon,
the ride jerked forward and my heart bumped against my ribs. The first hill was
approaching, and I was hoping that there was an end to this hill. When the cart
started lifting back, I knew death was near. I surveyed my surroundings: the
sky, the park, my dad. The sun made my eyes water, from the beauty and the
brightness. Suddenly, the cart dropped and my scream turned from fear to joy.
When
the ride was over, my smile was to infinity and beyond. I couldn’t believe I
had survived the roller coaster. I turned to my dad and said, “ Can we go
again?”
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