Fearfall

Fearfall

Giant butterflies flutter in my stomach as my family walks down the concrete floor. We reach the end of the long hallway. Two men wait there with a long metal measuring stick. The cool bar touches my bare skin and the relief makes me smile. I am tall enough to go in the terrifying, tall, yellow and red FEARFALL. As the safety man lowers the pole down to my hips. I look at my mum while my heart races. My hands go cold and clammy while I grip onto the cold handlebar. The four seater slowly rises up into the clouds. As we slowly come to the top, I looked down and that cold measuring stick looks like a broken twig. I felt the eerie silence while my body freezes. I wait for the terrifying drop. The tension builds up, then released. We go flying downwards and it feels like my stomach is coming out of my mouth. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. The only sound is of wind zooming past us. We slowly come to a stop while our bodies stay frozen. We stay there waiting while our minds start working again. We slowly climb out of the underestimated cart. My only clouded thought is “Can we go again?”

By GypsyMae Year 8