Personal Narrative-Roller Coaster Rush
Roller Coaster Rush
I walked out of the car. “Have fun!” my parents shouted.
“Okay!” I replied.
I walked across the street to the bleak concrete sidewalk to the entrance Great America. My friends and I had spent a week planning this meetup for the day. As I walked towards the entrance I saw my old friends Theodore and Oliva. Theodore was a normal sized boy and had short, black hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing khaki shorts and an orange t-shirt. Wow, I forgot how long Olivia’s hair was. I thought. She had very long dark brown hair and was wearing a bright pink t-shirt and flower print shorts.
“Hey gurl,” Theodore spoke in a fake valley girl voice.
“Hi,” I replied.
We stood there is silence. The sound of excited chatter and faint …show more content…
We entered the train, Olivia alone in the front and Natalie and I behind her. I felt regret gnaw at me like a dog with a bone as I sat down and put on the lengthy safety. “Hello everyone!” the speaker cheerfully announced, “welcome to Gold Striker!” Everyone whooped. “Are you ready?” it shouted. Everyone also whooped to that. “Here we go!” he said.
The train left the station and made a sudden turn to the right. Everyone whooped. Can they not? I thought. Another turn to the right and then left and we were going up the immensely tall hill. I tried to calm myself down by concentrating on the wind on my face.
The rhythmic sound of the chains and excited whoops were the only thing I heard as we went up the hill. The rest of the park was spread out below us, and I could see for miles. As we reached the crest of the hill, Natalie shouted, “Here we go!”
“I hate you!” I screamed as we zoomed down a tunnel covering our descent down the hill. Everyone was shrieking as we barreled down. Flashes of light from the cracks in the tunnel were the only thing I could see. The tracks roared as we shot down the tracks, slowly turning right. “Quick!” Natalie yelled, “the camera is coming!
I walked out of the car. “Have fun!” my parents shouted.
“Okay!” I replied.
I walked across the street to the bleak concrete sidewalk to the entrance Great America. My friends and I had spent a week planning this meetup for the day. As I walked towards the entrance I saw my old friends Theodore and Oliva. Theodore was a normal sized boy and had short, black hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing khaki shorts and an orange t-shirt. Wow, I forgot how long Olivia’s hair was. I thought. She had very long dark brown hair and was wearing a bright pink t-shirt and flower print shorts.
“Hey gurl,” Theodore spoke in a fake valley girl voice.
“Hi,” I replied.
We stood there is silence. The sound of excited chatter and faint …show more content…
We entered the train, Olivia alone in the front and Natalie and I behind her. I felt regret gnaw at me like a dog with a bone as I sat down and put on the lengthy safety. “Hello everyone!” the speaker cheerfully announced, “welcome to Gold Striker!” Everyone whooped. “Are you ready?” it shouted. Everyone also whooped to that. “Here we go!” he said.
The train left the station and made a sudden turn to the right. Everyone whooped. Can they not? I thought. Another turn to the right and then left and we were going up the immensely tall hill. I tried to calm myself down by concentrating on the wind on my face.
The rhythmic sound of the chains and excited whoops were the only thing I heard as we went up the hill. The rest of the park was spread out below us, and I could see for miles. As we reached the crest of the hill, Natalie shouted, “Here we go!”
“I hate you!” I screamed as we zoomed down a tunnel covering our descent down the hill. Everyone was shrieking as we barreled down. Flashes of light from the cracks in the tunnel were the only thing I could see. The tracks roared as we shot down the tracks, slowly turning right. “Quick!” Natalie yelled, “the camera is coming!