Storm Runner -Sammy S.

It was my choice, I could sit in the brand new leather, indented, stiff seat. I could be gripping the sides until my knuckles turned white with fear and a little red with excitement. I would sit, strapped in, letting all my senses sink in. The clock was ticking and it was all up to me. Everyone was waiting for me to walk up those stairs, the ones that reached up to the clouds and I took that one step.
I trudged up the stairs taking sharp breaths, looking behind me. My throat was numb and burning like when you play in the winter and a mountain of snow builds up in the back of your boot. I held on to the railing all the way up until I could see the tops of people head. They were all balancing on the heels of there feet waiting eagerly and anxiously to ride the brand new roller coaster at Hershey Park. We were waiting for minutes that didn’t want to go by any slower. The minutes passes like a pulse of a heart, ticking, feeling like skipping a beat. I could feel the sweat drip slowly down my face like condensation off a water bottle adapting to the new warm muggy air of the summer. The air stood still and the ceiling 2fans weren’t doing anyone any good. The black recently spray painted gates were giving off a sharp tangy smell. Big enough to give you a headache. The line was moving slowly, centimeter by centimeter, we finally reached those gates of glory. I held on to the gates making sure my mind wouldn’t play a trick and make me leave. I concentrated on the turns and the spiral of the coaster. Before this the only things I can see were the expressions of the brave hearted getting on full of fear and getting off as heroes to others. The buzzer went off and the gates swung open with a creak. This was it.
I stepped over the gap between the tracks and the gate. Climbing over the over edge of the brilliant read and elegant white, while I sat in the new leather smelling seats. It reminded me of sitting in the brand new car, picturing down the road in. I took a deep breath in, my heart drowning out my sense of hearing. The strong mumble came of the intercom, “please pull down on your harness, keep your feet and arms in at all times and have a great time on the Stormrunner.” I can hear the two worked pulling down on the harnesses, I froze with fear. They pulled down, locking me in. I was ready. Here we go.
We lurched about four feet, when we stopped. At first I thought there was something wrong. I sighed of relief thinking I wouldn’t have to go any further. Then all of sudden speakers behind me shot out a crack of thunder and a zap of lightening. All in about a millisecond we shot forward, forcing everyone’s hair back and screaming shooting behind. Then we flew up the hill. Curving into a spiral, over the lakes and rocks, twisting back into a semi-circle. I was overwhelmed with excitement, laughing, and taking in as much as possible. I could barely see in front of me. I could feel the sun beaming down somehow telling me it was the best day I could imagine. I felt like I was flying, we were going so fast. I pictured myself, with my cheeks flying behind me. Then with the last quick turn the ride was over, just like that.
When we pulled back in that loud voice came back. “Thank you riding Stormrunner, how was your ride?” as if they expected us to answer after that whirlwind of laughter and excitement. I jumped out proud of myself for even making it up those first stairs. With my legs all shaky I tremble toward my family, explaining every detail of the ride. All in all, I will never forget anything about that day.