21. Never Again

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The wind is wheezing past my face. My heart is racing in my chest, as if it's trying to leap out of its bony cage. My stomach rises and falls with the sweeping motion my body is trapped in. Every now and then, my head bangs uncomfortably against the plastic headrest behind it. More importantly, I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing about a minute ago.

As I am finally released of the deathtrap that is this rollercoaster, my friend grins at me. "Want to go again?"

I huff at the silly question. My face still has to appear green from the nauseating experience.

"Never."


Author's Note: This is pure fiction. I love rollercoasters.

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