Creative Writing: Tutankhamon's Second Day At School

It was a warm friday, there was a slight breeze in the air, the sun was out and it was the first time in forever that a drop hasn’t fallen from the sky. It was October. It was Tutankhamon’s second year at this town--and he was already the wimpiest kid in town. Everyone knew it, even he knew it. He moved to the town from India so it took him about the whole year to adapt to the environment. Without any friends he had no distractions, so he had 100% in every class. One day when Tutankhamon was at school, switching classes to Language Arts (his favorite class) one of the Kool Kidz came up to him and said, “You know Tutankhamon, you are the wimpiest kid I have ever met.” But Tutankhamon just stood there, staring at him. “If you want to become

“By facing your fears and riding Mount. Death.” “MOUNT. DEATH!” Tutankhamon was extremely scared. Mount. Death was a roller coaster that almost nobody survives. Everyone says that the only person that survived hid inside one of the chairs to keep him from dying. “And you only have one day,” said the Kool Kid, “and I’ll be there to watch it.” His mind was set on his going to theIt seemed like forever until school ended, and that was a good thing. He didn’t want to go home, home was bad. That meant that he had to go to the amusement park. Hopefully, Tutankhamon thought, his parents would say he can’t go or say it’s a bad idea. But when he got home, it was the opposite. “That would be a perfect thing for you to do,” said his mom, giddily, “because you are the wimpiest kid in

His face was red as a tomato, and it was not because of blood, it took him this long to realize that it was about 200 degrees in the building, buckets of sweat dripped down his face. And the ride was turning really fast, too fast to see what was going on. All of the sudden a clown like face appeared and the roller coaster was slowly going into it. Clowns where Tutankhamon’s second fear. When he got right up next the clown face, the ride went really fast straight down. It was like a vortex, a black and purple striped pattern on the walls appeared. It was going about 300 miles per hour, not to mention that the roller coaster felt like it was going to slip right off of the track. And it did. He didn’t realize it at first but the roller coaster wasn’t even on the track. It was just spinning in circles in mid