I ran and I ran. Sweat pouring down my face. I could feel my heart thumping out of my chest. Whirl winds of emotions all round my body. Bumping into people their abuses faded away. Didn’t know whether her she was ok or not. My little sister.
I sat there cuddled her and asked if she was alright. She gave me a lukewarm response. ‘Yes I am alright but I don’t want to go on the bumper cars ever again’. I was so relived, that moment I felt as calm as the water of the rivers. I decided to go on a big roundabout. I stood waiting in the long queue breathing in the fresh air, admiring the smiley faces of the people on the ride. I didn’t even take notice until I had to be shouted at. Finally it was my turn; I looked to my right to see an aged man with such a creased face and eyes hanging so low that it looked like it was going to drop off. He gave me an awkward look that sent shivers up my spine before signalling that I should get on. As I sat, I had a strange feeling something was not right. I didn’t know what but I forced myself to be calm and enjoy. The same man came and I was strapped up with a metal bar. The ride began higher and higher. Suddenly...
I jerked, heard a squeak. The ride stopped…
I needed to scream but it was as if my lips were sewn up with needle and thread. I was stone. Worst of all I could feel myself tipping forward. I am now upside down. I held on firmly onto the bars I couldn’t let go, my life depended on my hands. Terror, thoughts, and emotions clashed together. I was too young to die.
Upside down my hands were slipping; I could hear peoples voices from down below but no use, all I could hear were mumbling. I shut my eyes trying to get a packed memory of my friends and family. Then I fell.
The next thing I knew was that there were machines beeping and I think people staring. I could only see a blurred vision of horses. I sat up in bed my family around me. My...
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