Disaster Strikes

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Seb Daniels        -  –

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Disaster Strikes

‘WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WEER LATE!’ I stirred and groaned.

        ‘What time is it?’ I managed to say whilst yawning.

        ‘It’s 10:30,’ Tom yelled back. I hauled myself up and took a brief moment to remember the night before. Food, Sangria and a game of Pictionary, what a night. I jumped out of bed as quickly as possible. We were supposed to be there at 10, we were supposed to be there at 10! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

        I can’t remember how we got to the airport in time or how we got the lady at the ticket desk to let us on the plane 20 minuets late. All I know is that we meet Kira and Becca when we got to our seats, how comfy the seats were and how fast I got to sleep.

        I slept for about 3½ hours after that and only got woken up when a Steward shook me awake to tell me to put my seat-belt on, I don’t know why she just didn’t put it on for me.

        ‘Hey Seb, we are landing,’ Kira and said.

        ‘Cool.’ We were going to the ‘Hotel De Roy’ in Lodeve to stay for two weeks at his new theme park called ‘San High Park’. Apparently it boasted ‘The worlds tallest, fastest and scariest rides all in one theme park’. Our parents had paid for us as a treat because we had had a good first year in our GCSE’s.

        Tom was one of my best friends at school and was a real nice guy, that was when he wanted to be. He was younger than me but it didn’t show. He was slightly podgy but not fat, he had brown eyes, brown hair and a rounded face. Becca, who was the youngest out of all of us, was tall, blondish and had short hair, she was also going out with Tom. Kira, who I fancied, was the same height as me, rather beautiful in my own eyes, had long hair brownish hair down to her waist, brown eyes and a lovely face. I was the oldest there but also the most immature at times. I had blond hair and quaff that would have made Elvis proud.

        As the plane landed I could see in the distance a really tall building and could just make out the writing plastered across it, it said ‘Haunted Tower’ and it looked cool, even from that far away. I made a mental note to look for that on the map. We got off the plane and collected our bags.

        ‘ALL PEOPLE STAYING AT THE HOTEL DO ROY IN SAN HIGH PARK PLEASE COME THIS WAY,’ yelled a chubby man who sort of wobbled in the direction of the station.

        ‘This is going to be cool,’ Kira said as we leaped down some stairs.

        ‘Yeah, I can’t wait,’ said Tom.

        ‘What shall we go on then first?’ Becca asked Tom as she slid her hand around his waist.

        ‘Lovers ‘r’ us? Tom said smirking. We all laughed.

        ‘Well that wouldn’t quite work because I would have to go on it with…kira… yeah, that is a brilliant idea,’ I said catching on. I passed a sideways smile to Kira who returned it.

        By now the chubby man had lead us out of the airport and we had walked over a bridge and then into a dark station. You could only see two meters in front of you but we all managed. We were also helped by Tom’s bag, which glowed.

        Suddenly a steam train hissed out steam and the whole group jumped. We were lead to our right and we boarded the train. By now the group was quiet because the beauty of the train amazed us. (That wasn’t the only beauty that amazed me).

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        The train jerked forward un-gracefully and I was surprised because I expected it to go as well as it looked. We waited for about ten minutes and soon we came into a station. It was called ‘San High Park.’ The fat men jumped off the train and walked surprisingly fast up the steps. We all followed and watched as the man turned and waited. When we got to the top, the view of the park was amazing. You could see everything, including the ‘Haunted Tower’, there were people everywhere enjoying them self’s and rides kept thundering past with screams of ...

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