Cotton candy, popcorn, and a mix of many other smells swam across the area. Screams echoed around the fairground. Everyone, in spite of the screams, was smiling and having a good time. But at that moment I stood alone. Fear. That is all I felt. I gazed down at my hands, which were obviously shaking pretty vigorously. I looked over at him nervously as we stepped further and further closer to it.

“Are you okay?” He said.

I replied, “Yeah, I guess.”

“Still up to do this?”

I nodded my head and shook some more. Up the line we went; there was ten people ahead of us, then eight and onward. Very soon, we aproaded the thing I feared most for the day. This machine, which seemed to tower over us, stared down as if it was waiting for my arrival. I was next in line, bracing myself to step into the cage. Suddenly, as I attempted to step past the operated when he stopped me. There were no more spots left so I had to wait yet another cycle. I shuddered as my anxiety went up. The coaster started and along with it, the screaming. I looked up at the cages, each with a pair of screaming teenagers inside, and began to rethink my decision to do this. A cage swung down and spun the people inside upside-down. Because I was so close to it, the force blew my wind back and took my breath away. The ride started to slow down. I gripped onto him as we waited to get locked into the cage, waited to get locked in and become even more scared. If that was even possible.

Pair by pair, people stumbled out, dazed and dizzy. The last person practically fell out, and as soon as she came out, the operator motioned us to come. Reluctantly, I trudged over towards the open cage. I was terrified; needles prickled through my body. We went in and the cage door locked. The operator pushed the cage, causing it to rock back and forth. Responding with a shriek, he laughed at my fear, tagging along with the person next to me. Then, the ride started.

At that moment I very much so regretted my decision to go on this ride. Not only did I already think I was about to pass out, I was screaming my head off. Slightly embarrassed, I tried to quiet down. I guess my wish was answered because as soon as we reached the top, only to get spun around as we dropped off the next edge, I fainted. Seconds later, I think, I woke up again. Instantly, I started screaming, this time was much louder though. I fainted many times after that. My friend had to hold me up for most of the ride. Then, as if everything couldn't get worse, both of our phones flew out of his pocket and jumped around the cage. In a fast manner, we both scurried to grab them. Luckily we got them very fast and they did not fall out of the ride. The ride started to slow down and I got excited and yelled to my friend,

“Yay it is finally done!”

“Ah no… it is going the other way.”

“What does that mean?” I questioned.

He said almost apologetically, “We’re only halfway there.”

That was about the worst news I could here. I was so hopeful and happy that it was done. Then, the realization of only halfway there hit, hard. I became even more terrified and wanted off right then. But, sadly, I had to go through that whole thing once again. Luckily, this time our phone did not fall out. But, nevertheless, I fainted not only again but several times more than the first half.

Finally, it was done. I practically pushed myself out of the ride and walked as fast as I could away from that monster. Suddenly, I realized that I made it. I glanced back up at the ride and exhaled for a long time. Not only had I made it out alive, but I felt a want to do it again. Not because I enjoyed it but because I knew I could do it. And I believed that the next time, and the time after that, there would be less screaming, less fainting, and less fear. So, I grabbed my friends arm and said,

“Let’s do it again.”