September 14th
4:13 pm.
Callum gets out of the black seat, starting to applaud for the 6 children, quickly sitting back down, seeing how the rest of the audience has no reaction. They just mutter about the performance about their little town, which was sung horribly, and the choreography was messed up by the two teenagers rambling about who tripped who.
September 14th.
4:42 pm.
Callum walks slightly behind the choir, with his best friend standing somewhat next to him, he picks at his braces, trying to get left over popcorn from in-between the brackets. Noel was yelling about how Ocean ruined the performance, and Ocean bickered back at him. Callum never joined the choir, he just happened to be Mischa’s “anger management” person, in Oceans words he was needed to stop the Ukrainian from fighting. Even further behind Callum, walked—rolled—Ricky Potts in his wheelchair, being pushed by-
September 14th
5:02 pm.
The choir gathered around a small table, everyone eating their overpriced corndogs, Mischa snapping pictures of everyone, and everyone protests against it.
“Mischa, please I’m eating.” Ocean mumbled, her lips surrounded with mustard. “Talia wants to see who choir is.” The boy spat, turning his phone to Callum’s face, snapping a scarily close up picture.
“Ocean, when are you NOT eating.” Noel muttered, placing his half eaten corndog down on Mischa’s plate, smiling up at Mischa as he gets his picture taken. “BEAUTIFUL!” Mischa yells out, the purple haired girl quickly covering her ears from the yelling. Mischa trots around the table, taking a picture of-
September 14th
5:31 pm.
Everyone gathered around “The amazing Karnak”, waiting for their fortunes to be told. “Noel Gruber, the most romantic boy in town.” The machine spoke, Noel tripping over to the machine, curiously looking down at his legs, he didn’t move them. The machine continued to talk about the boy’s dreams, hopes, future. “Be sure to ride the cyclone, your lucky number is 7. Next.” It spoke, Noel once more being moved outside of his own will. This ritual continued for the entire choir, not for Callum, he however stood outside.
“Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg, the most successful girl in town.”
“Constance Blackwood, the nicest girl in town.”
“Mischa Bachinski, the angriest boy in town.”
“Ricky Potts, the most imaginative boy in town.”
“Insert 5 coins to continue playing.” The machine spoke, the entire choir looking at each other before shrugging and walking out. “Well, I guess we should ride the cyclone later.” Ocean recommended, Noel rolling his eyes at her. “OBVIOUSLY we should ride it Ocean.” He scoffs, slightly jogging forwards towards Mischa. Ricky struggles to get out of the fortune tellers room, there being a huge step for him to get off. He tries to tap Oceans shoulder, but gets no reaction from her, then trying to tap Constance her shoulder, who walked away too quickly, out of his range. He feels someone turn around his wheelchair, carefully rolling him down the step. He could’ve sworn everyone had already left. Except for—
September 14th
5:58 pm.
Callum stood away from the row, holding Mischa’s phone by his request, to take “rad” pictures of him riding the cyclone later, to send to Talia, his fiancée. He really loved her, his face lit up when speaking about her, for Ocean it was the opposite, she scoffed when Mischa spoke about her. Protesting that he should put his phone away. The choir got quick access to the rollercoaster, due to Ricky’s wheelchair, they got to use the ramp. But they still had to wait the time. “Cal, yo are you sure you do not join?” Mischa turns his head to the brunette, who quickly shakes his head. He had a fear of rollercoasters. I do not blame him, for what will happen later, I would say he made the responsible choice.
September 14th
6:08 pm
Callum stood outside the roller coaster tracks, his friends had gone inside of the queue, which found place inside the building of the Cyclone. He got Mischa’s phone ready for pictures, swiping away the endless messages from Talia.
September 14th
6:18 pm.
Callum watched the choir go up in the rollercoaster, taking pictures, blurry pictures where you could barley see their faces. He stood right by the tracks, following behind the rollercoaster. He watched his friends go down in the first drop, into the loop. And then, it just stopped, sparks fly up into the sky, Callum drops Mischa’s phone on the ground, running as close as he can to the incident, as he listens to the screams from the choir, as the front axle started to weigh down, Callum watches, his body paralyzed, he wants to run towards staff, or anything, but he can’t move. It seems surreal. He watches as a girl’s body drops right by his feet, which jumped his body back in action, as he looked down to the headless body, looking back up.
September 14th
6:19 pm.
The rollercoasters front axle breaks off completely, as the 5 kids fell to their demise, Callum stood, watching wide eyed, as staff start to grab and pull on his arms, getting him away from the accident, but he drops to the floor, next to where Mischa layed.
His best friend, his only friend. Callums silence turned into loud sobs, the staff continuing to struggle to pull him away from the freak accident.
September 14th
7:16 pm.
Callum sat on his bed, crawled up in a little ball as he sobs, grabbing and pulling his hair out. A faint knock on his door, which he can’t even hear. His sister walks in, sitting down next to him on his bed.
“Clar? Shit. Cal?” she said, placing a hand on the boy’s knee, carefully rubbing it, before getting her hand slapped away. Callum drops his knees down, not looking at his sister but rather checking his phone again, praying for any type of update. He opens his news app.
“1 confirmed death from the Cyclone accident, 5 students in critical condition.” He scrolls through the article, which didn’t speak out about who died, as they do not know who they were. The article comments on the fact that the 5 students are on life support, each one of their hearts had stopped for 7 minutes, before starting to beat again. They had been in a coma for almost an hour now;
