Chapter One

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The front of the park where you first entered was just another driveway. It was in an open area and you could see the Alton Towers (as in the actual castle the park was named after) along with a massive lake. A coffee shop was on the water's edge, where visitors who had just arrived sat down before their adventure, or where they looked upon the castle as they were preparing to leave.

After two more minutes of walking, you came to the first few attractions. This part was mostly made of rides you would find at a circus; carousel, waltzer, bumper cars, helter-skelter, things like that. As you went further in, you came to the children's roller coasters in CBeebies Land and the first of the many gift shops. Places to eat came into view, along with a few more rides for children. "Looks scary!" Rhys said in a bad impression of a child's voice. He was talking about a tea-cups ride. Everyone laughed.

Alton Towers was extremely busy and there were people everywhere you looked. Groups of teenagers walked around, taking pictures and arguing over where to go next. Parents struggled to hold onto their children as they tried to bolt off towards every single ride they saw. Tourists from foreign countries talked quickly and enthusiastically, studying the maps of the park intently as the park's tour guides showed them around. Why anyone would want a holiday in Britain, the land of rain, is truely one of life's mysteries. A group of school children followed a strict looking teacher who loudly told everyone to behave themselves and to not split up. "I love you, 8-BitRyan!" one of the schoolgirls yelled. Ryan laughed, trying to put a face to the voice he heard so he could wave, but wasn't able. On second thought, a grown man waving at a random girl in front of a teacher probably wouldn't go down well.

The park was massive, if you wanted to walk from one side of the attractions to the other it would take you around half an hour due to the crowds and winding pathways. If you wanted to go further, to one of the hotels it was a thirty-five-minute trek. And if you wanted to get to the woodland lodge areas from the entrance you were looking at a forty-minute walk. Thank God for golf karts.

Finally, they got to the more grown up section. Yet surprisingly, it wasn't a ride they went on first. No, they went straight to the carnival games and arcades. Rhys found a basketball game, which he won. Out of all of the generally useful prizes he could have picked, such as portable phone chargers or batteries, he picked a large plushie of Charmander. Lewis managed to find a Five Nights at Freddy's grabber machine but failed to get anything on all three attempts. Those things were rigged anyway...

Contrary to Baz's thoughts, Lewis seemed perfectly content on going on roller coasters that day. In fact, he was the one to lead the group around the park. They started off at The Wicker Man, a roller coaster that went through a wooden statue of a half man, half fiery demon from the depths of Hell. Afterwards, they swiftly went onto The Smiler. In other words, a stomach lurching ride which didn't give you a break from twists and loops. It made them all feel a bit woozy for a while. They went around a laser tag haunted house which was creatively called: Duel, the Haunted House Strike Back - a game which Lewis completely thrashed them at. They stepped out of the exit line and maneuverered their way through the crowd to The Congo River Ride. It was practically a river rapid ride you went around in a bright, yellow, circular dinghy.

"Quick! Go!" Will laughed, as he ushered his friends onto the circular boat. That was the only thing with the water rides; they didn't stop. If you didn't get on in time, you would be waiting for the next boat to come around.

"Saved you a seat, right next to me!" Ryan said to Lewis, patting the partially wet seat next to him. Lewis smiled and sat down, trying to ignore how cold the seat felt. Baz and Rhys had to sit in the seats that were soaked while Will managed to grab one of the only dry seats.

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