A ride to remember.

The first 200 words of this essay...

A ride to remember.

Just for a moment I thought I was waking up from a really bad dream, but then I heard the echoey sounds of a hospital and the clinical smell. I could feel a bandage tight around my head and felt the heaviness of a plastered leg. At that point the dreadful reality clicked as I realised that yesterday wasn't a dream at all. It really had happened. I shut my eyes and thought back....

Sunday at last. Normally I wouldn't even have woken until 10am, but it was 6:30 and I was up, dressed, washed and ready to go, because it wasn't an ordinary boring nothing to do Sunday, it was the Sunday I'd been waiting for, the Sunday we went to Scream Park. Everyone else in my class had been to Scream Park except me, but I was going and nothing could go wrong. It took about three hours to get to Scream Park so mum; dad, Emma and I had to get up early to leave by seven.

As usual the car journey was boring. I spent the whole time looking at the Scream park map especially