Descriptive Roller Coasters

The Wicked Twister A suspicious feeling simmers in my stomach as my family drives on the road to Cedar Point in our black Jeep. The AC is on the highest setting. I stare at the tall coasters as my step dad, mom, and sister excitedly talk about the roller coasters they want to ride on. I quietly sit in the back seat, unable to look away from the towering rides. Finally we park our car in the crowded lot and step out. A wave of heat smacks my face, an indication of the hours of long waiting in the heat I have ahead.
My mouth dries up, and I become glad of the millions of water bottles we had decided to bring. My family and I walk up to get our tickets checked, and our day at Cedar Point had officially started. We decide to ride smaller rides

My turn to get on the ride is fast approaching. The deafening sound of the roller coaster had become louder and louder until it was just a whir. When you get on, the ride doesn’t slowly start. The ride flings you forward, going from 0 mph to 71 in less than a second. The coaster is one of the tallest and fastest in the world.
The workers say, 3.2.1… and then BOOM you’re thrown, no chance to react. Again, my stomach churns. I try to keep my face placid, and turn away, my back to the ride. I pretend to, you know, nonchalantly check out the scenery behind us. Just a lot of people in line with slack faces. Then I feel a tap on my shoulder. Oh no.
“Maiya,” My mom says to me, “It’s our turn next. Are you excited?” I manage to give her a smile and a thumbs up as I watch the current ride slowing down. It’s funny how time seems to speed up in the most unfortunate times, and slows down when you need it to the least. Then the coaster stops, and the passengers step off, most of them in a woozy, surreal state.
I follow my mom onto the ride that seats two in a row. I pull the heavy straps down over my chest, and buckle it in. Now my worry has turned into full blown chaos, and my insides are flipping