“Heavenly God, welcome to my heart. Holy controversy will sparkle. No longer blinded; needless restart. Spiritually vulnerable,” she whispers to herself before walking to the new safest ride in the amusement park.
A memorable thought enters her mind, “On the verge of a dirge. Kneeling for healing’s skill. Uniting for this urge. Shrilling willing to kill. Hollywood pollution. Self-same emotions sing. Famous execution. Highly entertaining.”
She continues thinking about the poetic words and says, “Vocally amazing. Lyrical mastermind. Spoken instruments’ string. Oh, musical rewind. Hollywood pollution. Rhythms’ cleaving this song. Awkward word solution. Final symbolic gong.”
Laughing with a spiteful girl, Gina says, “You have to be kidding right now! Are you that scared?”
Terra gets uncertain if Gina is mocking her and says, “Being vertically vulnerable to death, one would be scared of something, until they faithfully pray.”
“Well, me and Ramona are getting on the ‘Wreck Cycle.’ Have fun on your ride. Seriously though… Terra, you need to live for the moment. This God talk is troubling you. Catch you later.”
Politely, she says in return, “Later.”
The area she is staring in is crowded, so she sighs, wondering why she is still ten-years-old. Why is the amusement park full of frightful rides, she thinks. Obviously, she lacks the courage of other people anticipating for a thrill. Then, it occurs to her, maybe she will grow up into being addicted to the rides. Before she even came to the amusement park, she felt like an angel beneath solid clouds, and now she feels naturally unsafe. Out of over 200 rides, she chooses the safest one of them all. Only if she was an adult, so she could nurture her own children, and tell them there is nothing wrong with not joining peer pressure. Sadly, the sun is harming her forehead the longer she waits in the line. Nobody even cares to wonder where her parents are, but the heartbreaking fact is that she knows they even left her alone, rushing to get on other rides.
Little does many people know, Terra is an innovator. She has invented a golden ring, and it is wrapped around her right index finger. The ring detects gold below her surroundings anywhere she walks. If the ring detects hidden gold hidden, it will vibrate. The only problem is that Terra is highly uncertain if her invention can even work. Thinking about her invention causes the line seemingly to move faster.
The ride has approximately six, wooden, black benches with a pole and two safety belts to keep people from falling off. At a long distance, the benches will rise away from the stand to the right. Then, the benches will rise at approximately 80 feet, vertically spinning in their own position. The spinning of the benches will last a minute and a half leading to the second moment of panic. The benches will then continue spinning while dropping 80 feet down; frightening people, the ride goes 40 feet underground. Afterwards, only when the benches rise 40 feet up, is when she can finally stop worrying about the risk of dying.
Whispering in her mind, she says, “I’m too talented to die young. I can’t believe this is the safest ride at this amusement park. Time has really changed. Why would I want to be famous anyway? With fame, society would bully me if I don’t act like the norm of wealthy people. Then, they sometimes traditionally express their morals. How can one fully be their self if they are expected to appear joyfully alive as influential people? They are not even pure righteousness.”
By the time she gets on the ride, a rollercoaster runs off the metal tracks. Strangers are screaming for their lives, and Gina is frightened by the sight of the flying, left palm, ready to hit the crowded ground. Her heart races, and she wants to leave the ride, but it is too late. The ride starts forcing the thrill-seekers in the air. For a slight second, she sees her parent’s terrified expressions before they die the unwanted death with strangers.
