A ride to remember.

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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 planning how I was going to bribe the rest of my family to go on the biggest and best ride there, the ride that everyone talks about, Screamer. Whenever anyone talks about screamer it brings a shiver to your spine. I read the description on the leaflet: Screamer, for the thrillseekers. Named the highest log flume in the U.K. A breath taking experience that will change your life forever, an experience so good that you will want to come back again and again. I read on, the gigantic log flume reaching an amazing and astonishing fifty metres in height and leaving you speechless, rated five stars.

  “So, who’s going on the Screamer?” I asked after reading out the passage. My family just mumbled the usual excuses “I will see how I feel when I get there,” and “I’m not sure, it depends how high and fast it looks.”

  Of course Emma with great confidence squealed, “I will” although everyone, including her she wouldn’t be allowed on the ride because she was under the height restriction.

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  “Oh my God!” I shouted. We had just turned off the A12 and in front of us was Scream Park with Screamer looking so high that the carriages were almost above the clouds. We passed through the big metal gates and made our way to one of the long queues for the entrance tickets. I was getting impatient, it seemed, as all the other queues were moving twice as fast as our one.

  “You’d better get used to it,” said mum, “You will have to queue like this for every ride we go on today”.

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