It all started when my mom called me and my bossy older sister into the living room. The reason my mom called us to the living room was because she wanted us to spend more time together.
My sister said she wanted to go to the carnival with her friend, Angie. Then my mom suggested I go with them. So next thing you know, I was in the car, ready to go.
I knew my sister was going to drive, because she had just gotten her driver’s license. I fell asleep in the car for a while, and when I woke up, we were at the carnival. No one was there, and it was very rundown. I asked my sister where everyone was at, and she said, “I have no idea.” We decided to walk in the carnival.
My sister pressured me and Angie to walk into the House of Mirrors. And me being me, I walked in, and Angie followed. I was walking around and I stopped to look at my reflection. All of a sudden, my reflection grinned, and I screamed and ran out.
Taylor and Angie ran out after me. My sister asked me what happened, and I told her, but she didn’t believe me. So then my sister insisted we get on the roller coaster. We were going to ask Angie what she thought about it, when we noticed she was gone.
We looked everywhere and decided to leave. While we were leaving, the gate slammed shut and a strong wind pushed us back to the roller coaster. Taylor looked at me in sadness.
Since we couldn’t leave, we decided to get on the roller coaster. I realized the cart I was in didn’t have a seatbelt, but it was too late, because the roller coaster had already started. While we were coming to a loop, I knew what was going to happen. So I braced myself, but fell out.
My mom noticed we were gone a long time, so she called the police and they found my sister alive.
Now I sit here, waiting at the carnival for anyone who decided to have fun at the carnival. HA! HA!