Scaredy cat Walking into the theme park, a smell of doughnuts, hotdogs and candyfloss drifted past. Two children raced each other
Scaredy cat
Walking into the theme park, a smell of doughnuts, hotdogs and candyfloss drifted past. Two children raced each other aiming for the dodgems and other rides in the same direction. Flashing lights surrounded each ride as it whizzed round. Money rattled from the arcade. Rows of 2p and 10p machines were all lined up. With competitive parents trying to win something whether it was the money itself or a plastic figure which was hanging over the edge.
Lucie and I must have been mad to line up for this particular ride, which caught our eye. As it looked the biggest and scariest in the whole park. The path went on forever, swirling up, over and around the rocky enclosure, like a maze. I pushed through the crowd of people desperately trying to edge my way to the front of the queue. Angry faces stared in my direction as if to send out a warning. Suddenly Lucie and I were being followed, not by an angry parent, but by a security guard. Our warning had been received!!! Someone had informed him that there were some queue jumpers.
Soon we were frantically trying to rush to the front of the queue, a gust of wind hit, pushing us back; like a barrier blocking anyone from moving, even breathing. My chest felt wheezy and tight. I tried to grab the thin air. This was the worst pain any human being could ever experience and it was happening to me!!! Why??? Trying to catch my breath back I didn't even notice Lucie was dragging me along.
It seemed like we had lost the security guard. Thank god. Now that problem had been solved, I could concentrate on retrieving the blue inhaler out of my bag, which would save my life.
"Come on, we're near the front," Lucie shouted, just as the rollercoaster flew over our heads. "Just a little bit further."
"This is a bad idea," I thought to myself. After all this effort to get on the brand new ride, "Twister" it didn't seem worth it. Everyone was boasting about the experience at school so I had to go through ...
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It seemed like we had lost the security guard. Thank god. Now that problem had been solved, I could concentrate on retrieving the blue inhaler out of my bag, which would save my life.
"Come on, we're near the front," Lucie shouted, just as the rollercoaster flew over our heads. "Just a little bit further."
"This is a bad idea," I thought to myself. After all this effort to get on the brand new ride, "Twister" it didn't seem worth it. Everyone was boasting about the experience at school so I had to go through with it, to prove I was brave enough; once and for all, just like everybody else.
If I thought queuing up for the ride was a bad idea, stepping onto the platform, and into the seats was even worse!!! I felt like a stray kitten which had lost its mum, scared, frightened, deserted and didn't know what to do. I thought a clown had sucked all the fun and happiness from me and had left nothing inside. My legs weren't like jelly; they were like a giant wedding cake, just waiting to topple over.
"Please keep all hands securely onto the harness," a robotic voice spoke out "and all belongings safe. Enjoy Twister because you might never live again." And sure enough the robotic voice sounded like a reasonable suggestion to the outcome of what I was awaiting. Death.
My face, which had now turned slightly green, was concentrating on the harness. Searching for any way that it would break or come undone during "my awful nightmare". Clenching my shaky fists around the cold, wet, handles, I waited for the ride to start...
...All of a sudden, the cart plunged into darkness. I nearly jumped out the seat, not knowing what to expect next.
"Ahhhhhhh," Lucie screamed, just like everyone else. Her long brown hair was trailing behind her like she was a movie star. The cart had just manoeuvred a loop-the-loop, round and round we went, twisting all over the place. You could see the huge line of people where we had just come from, staring in amazement and wonder at the ride. By the time the ride had finished, it seemed like the rollercoaster had circled the whole theme park.
"At last," I panted, as we both got off the ride and couldn't believe the words that were about to come out of my mouth.
"I, I, I liked it."
Lucie froze on the spot, her mouth dangling open, just waiting for someone to shut it. I don't really understand what was all the fuss. It was just a few nerves kicking in. "Twister" was the best thing in the world, and I couldn't wait to go on it again. Only this time I wouldn't be so scared about it.
"Come on," I shouted "we're going on again." We started running, dodging the people who had also just been on the ride.
"Wait!" I couldn't keep up with Lucie, she was too fast. She had already run down a long row of steps, which lead every bit closer to the front of the queue. Trying to save some time, I started jumping down 3, 4 and even 5 steps at a time. Only it didn't save any time at all, if anything we lost it.
I leapt up in the air, trying to get a big jump of 4 or more steps but caught my foot on the edge of one of the steps. I started to tumble down, which seemed like it was in a slow motion clip which would keep on going and going forever. Eventually once gravity had taken its toll, my leg ended up in a weird position. A short, sharp pain shot down it as if I had been shot. I blocked out my surroundings and all my senses like I was in a dream world with no one to communicate or interact with. It was then that it was obvious that there was a problem. People around were watching as they walked by. This was not the time for public humiliation. Trying to ignore everyone, I leaned onto the fence, to have an attempt of getting off the ground. It was no use. My leg, which felt like it had been cut off, was now giving me an excruciating pain. I sat on the floor, waiting for Lucie to return all alone and in pain, thinking about how brilliant the ride was and have a single wish to go on it for one last time....
When Lucie did finally return, she soon was sprinting away again to get some help. Flash backs kept running through my mind of how exactly I had fallen over. How could I have been so stupid? After what seemed like an hour, a paramedic had rushed to the scene; where a crowd of people had now gathered. Helping me get off the ground she put her hand on my leg, poking and prodding it, like it was an alien from out of space.
"Does it hurt when I do this?" she asked me, and wasn't sure if she was saying it a sarcastic voice or sympathetically. And off she took me to the first aid building which luckily was only a 5 minute hop away.
After examining what was wrong with my leg, the paramedic strongly recommended that I tried to contact a member of the family immediately!!! I had a broken leg!!! Think of all of the weeks that I would miss P.E for.
Growing with pain I dialled the number and waited for the phone to be picked up. I was thinking....
"At least there is one good outcome..... I'm not a Scaredy cat anymore!"
