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“Whoosh!” A blast of air made Mike shiver, as the next cart zoomed away into the darkness. He gulped as he moved up the line. His little sister Katrina broke the silence. “I’m boooored!” she said. “Hey Mikey, what time is it?” she asked for the hundredth time. Mike showed her his watch, but remained silent. “OMG!” Katrina yelled. “It’s been almost an hour and a half!” “Quiet!” said Mike’s older brother Sam. “It’s already really loud. I’ll bet if it wasn’t so loud here, they could of [sic] heard you in Epcot! Hey, look! We’re next!” Sure enough, Mike did not see many people in front of him. Then he finally spoke. “Could I skip this?” “Mikey, We’re almost there!” said Katrina. “You’re such a scaredy-cat!”
Mike knew she was right. She was eight, he was ten. She was not afraid of ghosts, he looked under his bed for them, just in case. For him, this moment would go on the top of the scary list: going on Space Mountain without parents!
Just then, a cart screeched to a stop in front of him. The bars squealed as they popped up. The people ahead of him got on and Mike gulped again. When he was next, he noticed that there was only one spot left. He backed up and bumped into Sam.
“Go on,” said the seating assistant. Mike slowly stepped toward the cart. Once he was on, the bars went around him. He saw Katrina and Sam get on another cart. As the cart went through a brightly lit tunnel, a voice spoke through a speaker: “3…2…1…LIFT-OFF!” Just then, the tunnel turned red, and the cart zoomed into action. Mike tried to scream, but nothing came out. Just then, he felt good. As the cart zoomed along, he smiled. “I’ll bet Katrina is screaming right now,” he thought. Then he laughed, as the coaster sped ahead.
“Can we go again?!” Mike asked when the ride was over. Katrina looked sick. “Please, no! Ugh! I wish the world would just stop spinning!” she said. Sam and Mike exchanged looks and laughed.
THE END
