My life is a rollarcostar. Years 1-6 was the taking off, where you get that giddy feeling, your excided for everything that awaits you. Years 7-11 were that moment when you are right infront of the hill, just relizing how big it really is. Then there is years 12-now. Me, up here, on the stage, about to give it my all. At 14 I had already decided what i wanted to, I wanted to be a preformer, sing, make records. Now i am at the top of the large hill, about to take off down the steep, way to fast ride that they call life. I am ready for that stumach twisting, turning feeling, knowing that I have an exciding ride ahead.
As i look out at the impossibly large crowd, i get nervus.
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The Rollarcoaster
Short StoryJust a short story i thought of, I have no idea where i am going with this, lets see what happens! :)
