Personal Narrative-Dartanyum Ride

Soaring metal rails, twisting and turning as if it paid no heed to gravity, peaked above me; I recognize Six Flags Magic Mountain immediately. A second later, a blurred object bullets along the rails, faint screams of joy reaching into the bus. As if on cue, the once peaceful bus was brought to life by the echo of the screams. Those who were asleep awoke to the excited buzzing of eight graders, including my friend Kaitlyn whom I was seated next to. She yawns off the rest of her drowsiness as we join the fray of chirping voices.

As soon as the buses parked, everyone desperately filed in a line to collect their tickets and rush off to the entrance. My friends and I luckily slipped near the front thanks to Dartanyum, the tallest out of all of

I, who had only ever ridden simple rides in Disneyland, felt utter reluctance to board the dubious looking seats that would speed through high altitudes.

"You've never been on a real coaster!?" Karl exclaimed upon my confession. "Well, you're gonna love this one." Despite my reluctance, I was coerced onto the ride, my regret steadily climbing with the coaster.

But view from the top was breathtaking, an expanse of land that carried sights of modern civilization spread out before me. Even though the sight was as fleeting as a perfect snowflake, it was something that I would never forget. Soon after the plunge I was previously dreading claimed a small bit of my lifespan.

After a few rides, we attended lunch where we feasted on hot dogs. As I sat down, I swat away a buzzing insect, thinking it was a fly. But my friends looked at me with horror, because what I absentmindedly hit was a large bumblebee.

"Dude that was hardcore even I couldn't do that!" Mikaela mistook my obliviousness for bravery. I shudder at the thought of what could've happened to me.
Waiting at the Roaring Rapids line with Dartanyum, Kaitlyn, and