Duncan's P.O.V
I hate Disney World.
I've hated it ever since I was a child, I've been there once, hated it.
But guess who's making me go?
Gwen.
I can't say no to that face, so I neglected to tell her about me and Disney's bad past.
"Duncan! Come on! Let's get in line and go in!" Gwen said sprinting to the line to get in.
I walked over slowly and joined her in line "So, what are we going to do there?"
"Go on rides of course!" She answered. "We might go see a show, but their shows are a little cheesy."
A little? More like a lot.
Once we got in, all the weird people in costumes, and the kids running everywhere, it made me want to crack.
The only thing was Gwen holding my hand as we walked to the rides. The first ride she wanted to go on was Big Thunder Mountain. Okay, good, fast, short, and easy. The bad thing was the wait was an hour and a half. Great.
"Come on let's get in line!" She said walking over to the line.
"Can't we just get fast passes?" I groaned. "It would take less time!"
"But I wanna go now!" She whined. "Please?" She pulled a puppy dog face. Dang it, she knows I can't say no to that face.
I gave in after about half a second. "Ugh, fine."
"Thank you!" She kissed me on the cheek, then she grabbed my hand again and dragged me over to the line.
After about an hour, I got cranky.
"Gwen," I whined. "I'm so bored."
"Be patient!" She snapped at me.
"But it's been like an hour!" I whined again.
"Come on, Duncan, stop being such a baby."
"I'm not being a baby!" I frowned. "I'm just impatient , okay!
"Just wait another half hour, okay?" She said casually.
"Fine, I'll wait."
A half hour later, we finally got onto the ride. It's been long enough. We sat in the back seat, the more back, the more speed. So when it started, dang it was fast.
Everyone was screaming, some in joy, some in fear, Gwen and I have our own screams. The ones that can't be identified as either.
Once we got off the ride, we went over to the exact opposite of Big Thunder Mountain, Splash Mountain. Long, cheesy, and stupid.
"Wait, you want to go on Splash Mountain? Gwen, you know that ride is really cheesy, right?" I complained to her.
"Yes, but I want to go on that huge drop at the end! It looks huge!" She said sounding excited.
"Gwen, come on." I groaned.
She whined again. "But the wait is only 45 minutes!"
"You say that like it's nothing!" I grunted.
"Compared to the others rides it is." Her facial expression changed to another puppy dog look. Oh no.
I snickered. "Come on you know I can't say no to your puppy dog faces!"
She smiled. "Does that mean it's a yes?"
"Ugh," I groaned. "fine."
"Yay! Thanks!" She said with joy.
When we had about 20 minutes left, I had already looked up a video of the full ride, it looked so stupid.
There were cute little animals everywhere, and everything was happy and smiles, it disgusted me. It should also disgust Gwen, but somehow it's not. Why is she so perky today anyway? Don't tell me she's turning into one of those preppy girls overnight.
When we finally got onto the ride, the minute it started I wanted to shoot myself in the head. All the happy, cheery stuff was ticking me off.
I felt relieved when the drop came and the ride finally ended, but I wish I didn't get wet. Now my mohawk is flopping down because of it being wet, new look? I think not.
I hate Disney.
I will always hate Disney.
