The HOT Or NOT Project

13. Adrenaline Is My Worst Enemy

13. Adrenaline Is My Worst Enemy

You know they say that your life flashes in front of your eyes when you're about to die. You see all the good memories and even the bad ones. It's like you're fading away the memories so that you don't remember them in your next life.

Now back to me.

Nothing like that is happening to me right now. Even though I'm not dying, but it feels like I'm dying. Ryan doesn't know I'm not a big fan of Rollercoasters or else he wouldn't have taken me to the amusement park for our 'date'.

I'm not saying that I absolutely hate rollercoasters, it's just that I should not be pressured into riding one. Because once I do, the adrenalin that courses through my body makes me feel like a little kid and I go bonkers. Literally.

Now back to me sitting on a rollercoaster.

"I'M GONNA DIEEEEEEE" I screamed. Ryan probably couldn't hear it or he did and thought it was funny. By the way I was holding my head when I screamed, so I definitely looked like that painting, what's it called again? Oh yeah, the scream, creative name, who could even come up with that?

I didn't want my wig flown off, you know. I went through alot of effort to put the wig on. So, no biatch, this wig gon stay put.

After the ride came to an end, my hair was a bird's nest. Yay, me!

"Whoo! That was awesome!" Ryan exclaimed, jumping up and down like a little kid.

As for me, well shit.

The adrenaline coursed through my body and I knew I was gonna go a little bonkers.

I don't know why but I suddenly felt like running.

So...

I...

Ran...

Bad choice.

The non athletic part of myself was cursing at me. Whereas, my adrenaline boosted self was cheering on. Confusing.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING!" Ryan called out.

I didn't respond, cause I didn't know the answer to that myself.

I could hear footsteps behind me and in no time Ryan caught up to me. How in the world????? I looked at him and noticed he was jogging. Bloody footballers.

Turns out I'm a slow runner.

Atleast my intellect makes up for the loss of my athleticism!

I stopped running only because my adrenaline boost dropped and now I was almost back to normal.

"Why did you run?" he asked, looking bewildered.

"Oh-uh-y-you-know-huhhh" I can't breathe.

I made silly hand gestures at him to bring my point across because I had no energy to talk. But instead he looked even more confused than before.

"Ad-uh-rena-line" I huffed out.

He still didn't understand.

"boost?" I muttered.

"Ohh! Adrenaline boost! I get that too before my games. That's how I run faster and more focused at the games." he smiled.

While I was dying inside.

Adrenaline boosts are not for me.

Nope, we're the worst enemies.

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