Ever since I’ve known about Valleyfair, the U-shaped ride Steel Venom has scared me. There’s just something about a possible concussion and whiplash that doesn’t appeal to me, and yet here I am, finding myself and my friends in the back of the agonizingly long line. All around me I hear, “I love this ride!” and, “This is the best one!” but Steel Venom looks like a metal death trap and I, for one, do not “love this ride.” I’m scared of heights; I don’t like going uncontrollably fast; and I especially don’t like how feet aren’t inclosed, dangling, waiting to scrap the cement and be lost forever.
Heather asks, “Are you guys so excited? I am!”
Mattie replies, “Heck yeah! This ride is amazing!”
In my head I’m saying, “oh great, even my friends have turned into……” I leave my daydream to find my friends looking at me, as if they wanted something.
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Every time we suggested this ride, you pushed it back and said, ‘We should save it for last.’ And now it’s ‘last,’ and you’re going on.” I nod my head, acknowledging my suspension. I study the rollercoaster; it blasts forward, bends to the sky, shoots backward, repeats, then stops so the passengers are facing perpendicular to the ground. During this pause, my heart stops; I can’t and don’t want imagine how it feels to trust your whole life to a safety belt and some plastic. Suddenly, screams fill my ears; the ride had started again. Just as soon as it began, it ended. As we inched a few bodies forward, my stomach drops down to my feet; I have no desire to go on. Every two minutes, the line gets smaller, and my fear grows larger. “There is no way I’m going through with this.” I shout at my friends over the