We were finally arriving at michigan's adventure and my brother somehow convinced my whole family to go on a roller coaster, and I HATE roller coasters.
We finally waltzed into michigan’s adventure. We walked around for a while, when finally we found the roller coaster. “Do I have to go on.” I whined.
“No.” My dad said.
“Yes he does we are going on this as a family, but this will be the only one you have to go on.” my mom said.
We waited in line for a little while. Suddenly we were next to go on the menacing roller coaster. It looked more menacing Up close then it did from the outside. Then I sank into the super duper soft cushioned seats of the cart. But the cushions didn’t change my mind
about the roller coaster.
I was scared out of my socks. It started out pretty slow, I thought it was nothing now that I was on it. Suddenly it sped up, it was going so fast I had to squint. Finally it stopped, I tried to stop squinting to see if it was done. But we were far from done, we were just on the biggest hill I ever seen. We went way faster than before, down the tall hill. We went zooming by the camera that takes the pictures. Everyone was screaming except my brother.
Finally it was done. I jolted out but struggled when I got a few feet away because of the speed of the roller coaster. “Wanna go again.” My Brother was about to say.
Right away I said “no.” That was my first and last time I ever went on a roller coaster I thought.