As I approach the attractions booth, I gaze at the handmade sign that names the token packages and their prices.
"How may I help you, ma'am," the woman behind the counter asks. The token woman is tall- like, really tall and has medium brown hair that reaches to her lower back. However, the thing that stands out most to me are her shiny brown eyes. They are deeper set, and the skin around them looks young.
"I'd like to get some tokens, please," I reply, snapping out of my daze.
"Perfect. Each ride costs two tokens. May I interest you in a 48 token package?"
48 tokens? That would mean that Brianna and I could each go on 12 more rides.
"No thanks," I reply. Bri wanted to leave right after the Ferris wheel, anyway.
"Umm... I guess I'll get 8 tokens. Just in case my sister sees one more ride that she just has to go on before we leave."
The tall, dark haired woman tells me my total. 8 tokens for 10 dollars. In ratio form, 8/10.
I silently hand her the money, take the tokens out of her hand, then turn and leave.
Trying as gracefully as I can to avoid the crowds, I make my way back to the Tower of Terror to fetch Brianna.
People swarm me from every direction, clearly all eager to go somewhere. The level of noise is close to unbearable. Someone steps on my foot.
When I return, Brianna doesn't say anything.
My little sister is sprawled out on the dirt, face down, completely silent.
A wildly violent tear escapes one of my eyes and creates a burning hot trail down my face, singeing everything on its rapid descent. I see a blaze of fire and smoke, coming to engulf me with its destruction...
...Then it unexpectedly takes a turn and rushes towards Bri.
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