Words cant explain how much I hate roller coasters. The whipping and thrashing of your body, especially in your head. The cutting feeling of the wind against your face. The nauseating sensation of your stomach rising and falling. Oh, God dont let it be filled with horrible amusement park food. But I strapped myself in a seat to prove I wasn’t a punk that my friends constantly claimed me to be. “It’s just a three minute ride. One go around.” they said and buckled themselves in. I sighed deeply and watched a stranger beside me strap himself in.
“Just relax.” He said, flashed me a grin that was filled with rotting teeth. “It will all be over soon. Enjoy the ride.”
On the tracks, the chain pulled the cart into motion. I gripped the handlebars and closed my eyes through most of the ride. Three minutes, yeah right. It felt like an eternity. I didn’t see the first go around, when the cart drove over the first loop. I opened my eyes only to discover we were still on the tracks and going around a second time. Through the screams of other passengers, I shouted “Enough. I want to get off!”
“Relax man.” The passenger beside me laughed. “Enjoy the ride.”
Over the first loop again, the cart positioned at the center. Down below I saw riders scattered on the ground.
