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Scary isn’t the word I would use. Dangerous, not even close. More like out-of-this world insane. A roller coaster with a horse power of 55 miles per hour, and a height of 254 feet from and to the ground, it is most commonly known for its design to lift an ordinary human from touching the earth’s very core to launching it off to the moon’s gravitational force. Want to know how I know? Well, because I first handedly experienced it for myself. The day was November 7th, 2008 to be exact. That was the day where I would lose all sense of fear I could possibly be holding in me and releasing it out all in 37 measly seconds of a single ride. It was a field trip, from my school to Knott’s Berry Farm. The torture of having to sit on a cushion that hurt your tush for an eternity of about an hour and a half, to almost two was unexplainable. But, it had finally paid off when the bus made a left and then a right; we had arrived at our desired destination.

The arrival didn’t surprise me as much as I thought it would. It was just your average theme park, with your average roller coasters, and your average people selling candy and what not. Every ride seemed uninteresting to me. The same ride as every other ride in the world. It seemed as if my desperateness to go was a waste of my time and as if I had had just gone to fill an unoccupied seat. Then I saw it, my call for excitement had been answered, like a prayer. Could it be what it had been, could it be what my eyes had truly seen. A monster of disaster, the grand daddy of all, I was in love. It had a name, what person would name a monster, they called it Supreme Scream. Of all the names in the world for humans some intelligent creature had actually named a machine; this was all rummaging in my head as I looked up and came face to face with it. It intimidated me, questioned my courage, and I questioned its fear. I received an answer almost immediately, when the first batch of kids came down from outer space, but immediately went back up pounding the earth with freakishly girlish screams. I was shocked. I was scared. I was all these things expect movable. I was standing behind a whole mess of kids waiting to be sent up above and being sent back down by the scariest thing in the world. I was deliberating whether or not I should get on and get it over with, but then I felt my arm being grappled and pulled by my friends. We were already in line when my stomach started grumbling and making all these weird noises at me, signaling to not go on, that if I did I might pop with a stomach like this.

It was insanely ridiculous how long the line was to be seated on this monstrosity. The couple in front of us were too excited, that they made every intention possible to get in front of the line. As more kids got off, the line moved a bit, but seemed to run even slower than before as more kids got on the ride. Or at least that is how I felt. The thing that I particularly hated about waiting in line was hearing the humorlessly lame jokes the guys in front of us were saying, so to entertain myself as I waited to be seated in the death chair, I looked up at the sky and wondered how it could possibly be that billions and millions of stars just happen to be up in the sky, watching our every move. I was eventually distracted from the rush of the fierce stop of the ride; it was not long before it was our turn. I counted the people ahead of us, seven. How ironic, wasn’t seven supposed to be a lucky number, lucky number seven I thought?

My friends were talking about what other rides we should go on, we I thought, what is this “we” stuff they are talking about. Now that they have literally taken me under my will to undermine this thing, I was doing some quick thinking. Maybe when it is our turn to go, I can fake that I have a full bladder, safety I thought. This was my only chance to escape this horrific nightmare. I mean they would get mad and all but they wouldn’t want me to pee all over the people underneath us, or maybe they would risk everything just for me to get on a ride, they would I knew them. Abort mission I guess, my time was running quick and I had to think of an alternative. 3 more people and were next. I decided I should man up and face it, I mean what harm would it do, it’s just a ride.

We were up; the very sound of the machine scared me to death. We had to place all bags, electronics in a shelf. We sat on the plastic chair as the men strapped us in. We sat on the side where there were four chairs. It was Karla, me, Sharon, and Jessica. Sharon held my hand and said it would all be over in less than a minute. Yes a minute I thought, a simple minute. I placed my head securely on the head plate and prepared my farewells as we were going to be shot off into the sky. The last words I heard before we were off were “good luck”, and we were off. It felt like we were in outer space, but with no air masks with us. When we reached the top I secured my eyes closed and Sharon said to open them. The sight was beautiful; we could see everything from above, the night clear sky filled with bright lights. I was about to say to Sharon that it looked nice when we went down almost as fast as lightning. I didn’t even have time to scream, I thought it was over but then we went back up again, but it was only about halfway there, then we came back down and it was all over. I was speechless, I had no idea where I was, and Karla said I looked whiter than ever. At the end of it all I told myself that I was worrying about nothing. Although I could have faced it with more enthusiasm and excitement I did what Luke Skywalker did, I took down my death star.