Please, if I ever write to avoid homework, I give you all full rights to scream and flame me. Because I'm way behind in history, and it's due tomorrow! Oh, well…
Oh, and I need a Chemistry tutor, because it's giving me a headache.
I was, like, around five years old when Digimon was created, so I obviously don't own it.
Today was the day. The day I did the unthinkable.
"Come on, Joe, let's get in line!"
It loomed before me; a solid iron track moving up and down in a hypnotizing pattern. I nearly fainted on the spot.
"No, Tai. You got me to come here with you, but I am not going on that…that…thing!"
Tai pouted. "You're hurting the 'thing's' feelings, Joe. What did it ever do to you?"
At that moment, a burst of air came from overhead, along with the screams of the excited passengers. I went momentarily deaf, and missed Tai's next words. "…if that's how you feel, you can baby-sit the Digimon for us…I'm sure they wouldn't mind the attention."
I balked slightly at the thought of the eight monsters begging me for food, or, in Patamon's case, a belly rub.
"Sure, I'll do it. Just…let me go to the bathroom first?"
After about ten minutes in the little boy's room emptying my system of anything that might embarrass me later, I got in line next to the goggled kid. Why was I listening to him? He was a year younger than me, and didn't think clearly—the fact that he wore goggles showed the truth in that. Still, I followed him, and before I knew it, we were next in the line.
The cart rolled to a screeching stop in front of me, and, one by one, the passengers wobbled off. I started turning around when I saw one that looked pretty green. This couldn't be safe. It just wasn't possible.
"Come on, Joe," Tai said, and he pulled me on, shoving me next to him.
I looked around me. The restraints were hardly better than average, the cart was dirty, and everything felt easily breakable. I sat there dumbly, trying to think of a way out of this.
"Can I help you, sir?" a young employee asked. I blushed.
"Why would I need any help?" I said, ignoring the fact that I would be turning green in a few seconds.
"Well, you haven't buckled your seat belt yet."
Oh. No wonder it didn't feel safe at all.
I snapped my buckle down, and the attendant pulled sharply at it, securing it into place. I nearly puked when the harness came down…I was a little claustrophobic in situations like these. I gulped and looked at the boy next to me. Tai was smiling widely, and, to my astonishment, he had his goggles and headband pulled down, around his neck.
He saw me looking. "Well, I don't want them flying off when we go upside down…"
I gulped. "Upside down?"
"Yep. Really, it will be like flying a Birdramon."
"But Birdramon never went upside down."
Tai grinned. "Hold on!"
"Wha-," and then we were off.
By the time I stumbled off the roller coaster a few minutes later, I felt fine. Better than fine, in fact. It reminded me of those adrenaline rushes we would get when running from monsters. Comforting, in a way.
Tai obviously didn't feel the same way I did. As soon as we were off, he went running straight to the bathroom. Unnerved, I followed him.
"Tai? Are you all right?"
He mumbled a response, and I quickly turned and blocked my ears as he, um, well, got rid of his meal in the toilet. Then I remembered what he had been doing while I had been in the bathroom preparing for the ride.
"Tai, did you honestly have a chili dog before riding that?"
Tai just glared at me, and looked down again.
I sort of want to continue with the theme park idea…maybe one for each of the destined…and then one of what the Mon do when they can't join them at the park…
Sorry, I miss roller coasters right now…even though I always scream death threats at whoever took me on the coaster in question, I love them…!