Personal Narrative: The Red Death Machine

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The line was moving so slow. There has to be thousands of people in this line leading to death, and I am one in line for death. There were so many people, girls in short shorts, belly shirts, and converses. Boys in Currys, Jordans, and expensive Nike's. The red death machine is so scary and so fast. I’m about to ride the Diamondback, and I'm about to regret coming to kings island. I started to freak out I wanted out so bad, freaking out was my only solution. I don't understand how the people getting in behind me are so happy and smiling. I was sick to my stomach while they were all smiling going along their merry way. With seeing all of those trees an infinite amount of people who look like specks of dirt. I don’t even think I want to ride
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