Barely Even Scary Short Story

”Barely Even Scary”
By: Naomi S.

I can’t do this, I thought to myself. My stomach was in knots as I was getting into my seat on the ThunderHawk. I was so excited to ride it, it looked like so much fun, but once I got settled into my seat, I was having second thoughts.

Before I left for Michigan Adventures, I promised myself that I would ride every single ride that they had, no matter how high they were or how fast they went, because I knew I would regret not riding them once I left.

But as I was on the ThunderHawk, (which is one of the most thrilling rides they have), about to take off, sitting next to a total stranger, since my dad and brother would be on the next trip, I was not so sure I wanted to ride it anymore.

My dad saw the worry on my face and asked, “Are you ok, you sure you want to do this? You can get off now.”

“Yeah dad, I’m fine.” I answered, pretending I couldn’t hear my brother’s comment.

“Ok...If you say so.” my dad answered questioningly.

“You’re still a chicken…” my brother muttered under his breath.

My bare feet were dangling high above the ground, nothing beneath me except for hard, hard cement, which seemed a million feet below me.

Then, pulling me out of my thoughts, the ride speeded upward and I was finally riding the ThunderHawk. My knotted stomach dropped as we reach the barrel rolls, my head spinning and spinning, and my ears pounding and pounding from all of the high pitched screaming.

Then, out of nowhere, I jerked to a stop, and then I looked

down.