So we get there and get off the bus, got into our groups, and headed to the entrance. Well, unknown to me, they do a baggage check. Yeah, just my luck, so I tell them I have it and their like "Well, we'll have to take it until you leave." okay that least I'm not in trouble right now, you'll hear about that later. But I go in and forget about it until we leave. But while we were there we had a blast. But one ride my friends made me get on, scared the hell out of me. So to understand this part I have to yell you, I have an ungodly fear of heights, like its unreal. And they made me ride the ghetto swings that go in circles, you know what I'm talking about, the ones that use the tiny chain links and spin really fast, yeah that one. Anyways we get on it and what do you know, it starts raining, yep, and it hurt like a mother fucker. The ride stops and we quickly grab our bags and run to the quickest place with a roof, which ended up being the arcade, so we chill out there for like two hours until it's time to leave. Great its cold, rainy, and we're on the other side of the park and its time to leave, so I borrow Stephens spare jacket and we sprint to the exit, I mean we're panting by the time we got there, but we made it on time and we laid the but and Alexes sit with me and we headed off.
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The Story Of Us
RomanceThe is the story of us. Rebel_alexes will write one chapter from her prospective and ill write the next from my prospective and you will the the story of us. Given that we have two very different writing styles we thought it would be fun to try this...