The sun was shining, but a cool breeze lifted my straight golden hair over my shoulders. Laughing teens, squabbling children and scolding parents roamed the streets of the wild Melbourne Show, in full swing. Music blared through the speakers and high pitched screams filled the air as whirring, flashing rides spun around and upside down.
The atmosphere made me feel cool and collected as me and my best friend Rachel laughed our way among the jostling crowds.
“Next ride, that one,” I waved a handful of tickets towards the haunted house that was daring us to take a peek inside.
“Not on your life,” Rachel shrieked, not even glancing at her nightmare.
“Oh, I’ll change your mind,” I smirked. “Even if I have to drag you into there.”
“I refuse,” she declared, crossing her arms.
“Unless,” she trailed off, lazily pointing her hand at the giant machine behind us.
“No way,” I muttered under my breath, trying to ignore the piercing screams that were coming from the flashing, whirring monster.
“Fine then, no haunted house,” she replied stubbornly, crossing her arms.
“Come on,” I whine
“You know I hate heights.”
“Exactly,” she giggled.
I bit my lip thoughtfully.
“Fine, but I’m gonna kill you afterwards.”
“I knew you would change your mind.”
“Yeah right.”
“I honestly hate you right now,” I groaned as we were strapped into our seats.
“I love you too,” she replied sincerely, dangling her slim legs over the seat.
“You won’t after I’m done with you,” I joked, squealing as we started to rock from side to side like a baby’s cradle.
I screamed as we went rocketing up and then dropped down to the other side.
A huge gust of air came rushing up towards my face as we did another turn.
Small faces stared up at us as me and Rachel screamed our lungs out as we spun faster and faster.
I breathed a sigh of relief as the ride slowly came to a stop. I slid out of my seat and jumped off the platform, my legs feeling like jelly, my stomach tossing violently
“I am NEVER doing that again,” I told Rachel as we walked away from the ride.
“What? I can’t hear you, you’re screaming made me deaf,” she joked.
I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at her.
My stomach was still churning from the terrifying ride, but it was nothing compared to who knows what Rachel would drag me onto next.
Better prepare myself.
“Can we go in the haunted house now,” I whined playfully, wiping my clammy hands on my sky blue jeans.
“You promised.”
“Ugh, why?” she groaned, dragging her feet along the gravelly path.
“I thought you wanted to find Luke.”
“Yeah, but him and the Janoskians aren’t coming till 2,” I informed her.
“I’m so excited, I’m gonna meet the love of my life, yeah baby!
“I’d rather look for him now then go on that ride,” she complained.
“Stop being a baby and let’s go,” I took a firm grip on her arm and half dragged her to where the spooky castle was waiting for us.
We exchanged our tickets for the ride at the small booth and took our place in line, my adrenalin running high with excitement and nerves.
“Come on Ali, do you really want to do this,” she asked.
“Too late to back out now!” I handed our ride tickets to the lady standing at the entrance; she smiled at me wickedly, her rotting, candy-corn coloured teeth sticking out of her mouth.
“Have fun girls,” she cackled as we walked through with the other members of our small group.
Spider webs hung from the ceiling, tickling our heads.
“I don’t like the look of this,” Rachel frantically pulled the sticky string away from her face.
I stayed quiet, my keen eyes searching the dark room for any signs of life.
I heard quiet footsteps behind us; I whirled around to find nothing.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know,” I whispered, freezing in place.
I heard a piercing scream and invisible running footsteps went by us with a gust of wind.
Rachel screamed and threw herself on me, knocking me into someone so I fell onto the floor with a bump.
“Rachel!” I hissed, glaring at her.
“Sorry,” she whimpered.
The stranger got up and held out a hand for me, all I could make out of them was dark curly hair, a blue and red snapback, and the outline of Mickey Mouse on their sweatshirt.
A boy?
A spicy cologne drifted towards my nose, I inhaled deeply.
It smelt good.
I accepted the hand gratefully.
“Thanks,” I grinned.
“No problem,” he answered.
“Getting a bit scared? Your friend seems to be getting it.”
I laughed.
“Nope, not at all.”
I could feel him staring at me
“Ok, maybe a little,” I admitted.
This time it was his turn to laugh.
“Too true, even I’m getting a bit creeped out.”
“I’m Richard,” he said warmly, his voice slightly husky.
“I’m Alice.”
Thank goodness he couldn’t see me clearly; I’d be as red as an apple, no joke.
“Rachel?” she had disappeared from sight.
“Great,” I groaned.
“She’s gone.”
“Your friend?” Richard asked.
“Yeah,” I replied.
“I think she was heading towards the exit.”
“Of course, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to bring her in here after all, she’s dead scared of haunted houses.”
Richard laughed.
“Well I guess we’ll just have to enjoy it then.”
“Let’s go!” I said eagerly.
Heyy guyyss :)
I'm back to writing! I've been away in Texas for the past 3 weeks, so I haven't been on a whole lot, but I've been writing this story. Anways, a picture of Luke to the side (hott) and enjoy the story <3 >>
Julia xxx
