Chapter one: Fireworks
I stood there with Patch by my side watching the fireworks shoot up into the sky and explode into an array of color. You could hear oohs and ahhs from miles away. I looked up at patch to find him staring at me. He gave me the same half grin as always and I grinned back. "Let's go get on some rides." I suggested. "You'll miss the fireworks though." Patch replied. "5 bucks says you can see the fireworks on the Ferris wheel." He let out a small laugh and took my hand guiding me to the Ferris wheel. "You sure you're tall enough for this one, Angel?" He said joking around. I wasn't too short. Patch was six-foot something, I was eye level with his shoulders. I just looked at him and he let out another small laugh. The wait was about 5 minutes which I didn't mind. Soon enough we were in front of the line. A man who was particularly dirty, with brown hair, and could be mistaken as homeless if he didn't have a fair staff shirt on, opened the gate and let us through. We walked in and stood in front of an old, rusty, redish, cart. Patch opened the little gate that kept you from falling out and motioned for me to get in. I stepped in and took a seat. Patch followed and the worker shut the gate and pulled the lever slowly that sent us up into the sky. All I could wish is that we wouldn't get stuck at the top. With my luck I knew better than that. I looked up at Patch, "Are you having fun?" "Of course, I'm with you." I grinned and he placed a muscly, large arm around my shoulder. I leaned against him.
All the sudden I heard a large creak and the Ferris wheel came to a jolting stop. I broke away from Patch, "What was that?" I said with a bit of a frightened crack in my tone. "Don't worry, I'm sure their just letting someone else on." Patch replied with an amused grin. He was right. About a second later the Ferris wheel came back to life and we were back in motion. I sat back in relief. My relief was soon disturbed. The Ferris wheel had stopped again, and this time we were at the top. My mouth dropped open as I shakily looked over the cart. From the top you could see everything, the food stands, the other rides spinning rapidly, games, and people who looked like ants. I frowned with discomfort. I didn't think this out thoroughly. My fear of heights is severe and there's a fat chance that this is the worst ride for my fear. I began to shake. "Scared Angel?" Patch said grabbing me by the elbow and pulling me back toward his chest. "Just a little fear of heights," I began "and possibly the gate opening up and I fall out to my death." I replied. He let out a laugh, "Sounds like you're having Deja-Vu. Just relax and listen to me. Just don't look over the edge. Watch the fireworks." I did as he said. I lay back against him and looked up watching the fireworks burst in the sky. After what felt like about 10 minutes but was actually less, we were in motion again. The Ferris wheel went around a couple of times then we were brought to a stop. The man working there opened up the small fence locking us into our cart and I jumped out.