“Great America, here I come,” I say groggily but excitedly as I wake up. Once I’m fully awake, I jump out of bed, say good morning to my mom, brush my teeth, and throw on my bathing suit with some clothes over. Grabbing my drawstring bag, I compile a list of things to bring. I start grabbing items from around the house, “Sunscreen: check, towel: check, phone: check, money: check,” I say in my head as I find them. And last but definitely not least, I can’t forget Scarlett and my’s map route of the park. We’ve followed it every time we’ve gone to Great America since we were eight. Then shove it all into my bag and head to the kitchen. I pour some “Froot Loops” into my bowl and splash in some milk. As I’m about finished, I hear a ring of the doorbell
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Me, filled with anxiety, rushes to get dressed. Once Scarlett is finally dressed, we sprit to the last ride we were on, “Delirium.”
We ask the man working the machine, “Have you seen a missing cell phone?”
“Uhhhhhh,” the man groans for a good eight seconds, “er, I don’t think so.”
“Thanks,” I say while walking away, “not.”
“Hey, don’t be so rude!” Scarlett barks at me.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m just really scared, you know?” I say trembling. We backtrack through our route asking every ride and roller coaster worker the same question, “Have you seen a missing cell phone?”
They all reply “No,” and we are devastated once again. Our hopes of finding my phone dip down farther and farther each time we hear the work “no” come out of someone’s mouth.
“No, no, no, no, no,” I say in a mockingly way, “who am I?”
“The ride workers, I know,” Scarlett says with exhaustion, “Wait! I know! We can ask over the loudspeaker if anyone has seen a cell phone!”
“O-M-G, that’s brilliant, Scarlett!” I almost scream.
“I know, let’s go,” she says in a serious tone. We sprint over to the front office, but fall into a jog-like run after the first twenty
Me, filled with anxiety, rushes to get dressed. Once Scarlett is finally dressed, we sprit to the last ride we were on, “Delirium.”
We ask the man working the machine, “Have you seen a missing cell phone?”
“Uhhhhhh,” the man groans for a good eight seconds, “er, I don’t think so.”
“Thanks,” I say while walking away, “not.”
“Hey, don’t be so rude!” Scarlett barks at me.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m just really scared, you know?” I say trembling. We backtrack through our route asking every ride and roller coaster worker the same question, “Have you seen a missing cell phone?”
They all reply “No,” and we are devastated once again. Our hopes of finding my phone dip down farther and farther each time we hear the work “no” come out of someone’s mouth.
“No, no, no, no, no,” I say in a mockingly way, “who am I?”
“The ride workers, I know,” Scarlett says with exhaustion, “Wait! I know! We can ask over the loudspeaker if anyone has seen a cell phone!”
“O-M-G, that’s brilliant, Scarlett!” I almost scream.
“I know, let’s go,” she says in a serious tone. We sprint over to the front office, but fall into a jog-like run after the first twenty