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I couldn't breath. I'm terrified. Help. I'm not good with rides. I'm going to DIE. Oh god. Oh god!

"Hey, it's okay!" Riley said. She must of realized how heavily I was breathing. I nodded, not wanting to say anything because I was afraid.

The ride started to move and I gripped onto the seat. It slowly started to move backwards then forwards. It repeated the pattern as that's how the ride is. With every way it went it would go faster. And higher. The higher and faster it went the more harder it became for me to breath. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. Next to me was a laughing Riley.

"What's. So. Funny?"

"The ride. Your brother. He's such a girl!" She laughed. I looked over at my brother, who looked like he was about to start crying.

At least I'm not that bad.

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