It's always weird when someone has the exact same schedule as you at school. It's like you've been selected at random to be best friends. I didn't really like this guy Johnny, but since we had all the same classes, we would see each other everywhere, and one day during third period I noticed him kept peeking over from behind his textbook.
"What?" I hissed.
"This is boring."
"Duh."
"Well," he said, "let's do something."
"Do what?" I questioned.
He had a look on his face like he was wondering if he should say what he was going to say. He glanced at Mrs. Richardson. "Let's ditch."
I considered it. Here we were, ambitious teenagers sitting in a pointless class, knowing that absolutely nothing significant was going to happen for the rest of the day. Probably the rest of the week.
"Okay." I smiled and I saw the excitement overtake him.
"Follow me." He got up out of his seat and walked out the door. I obediently followed, wondering why no one noticed.
Apparently his plan was to go to Magic Mountain, which he had two tickets to. It being a weekday, we got onto every ride in less than 10 minutes. We spun in teacups until we were nauseated; we ate disgusting, over-priced chicken strips; and we got soaking wet on a ride called "Tidal Wave." We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves -- and he even won a pink teddy bear for me. Actually he bribed the worker, but I'll say he won for his sake.
The sun had gone down, so we decided to go on just one more ride before completing our perfect, well-spent day.
"Which one?" he asked.
"Hmm..." I thought about it. "How about Goliath?"
Goliath had the steepest incline of any coaster in the United States.
No one was in line, so we picked the two front seats. As the coaster cranked up into the night sky, we saw the city light up below us.
"Today was fun," he said and smiled.
"Yeah," I replied pleasantly. When we reached the peak of the coaster, we heard a loud thump below us and our cart shifted to the right. Curious, I peeked over the side. The two front wheels were not aligned with the track.
Gravity started to bring us downward.
From the Feb. 2012 workshop on "The Cliffhanger" in Glendale, CA.
