It was September 13. Another damn choir trip came around the corner. Didn’t you guys just go to another school to perform for a trip last week? Besides that. Your choir was small, and I mean small.. there’s about 7 people in your choir. I mean that is hella small but youre not complaining. You guys always went on trips. specifically boring ones to other places just to perform. so when you were in class sulking about how you have to go through another hell of a choir day you hear from your choir teacher,

“Tomorrow we’re going on a trip to Luna Park!!”

did you hear that right? luna park?? all the way in coney island? wow.. thats a first. anyways you guys all got your bags packed and headed to the airport!! (timeskip cuz why tf do u need to hear a whole ass airport story..) anyways you settled in new york for a bit and finally came the day you go to Luna park. you guys all were walking around and ocean spoke up

Ocean: “Guys we should go on the cyclone!!”

Mischa: “Yeah!”

everyone agreed to her idea and all started walking to the cyclone. you didnt feel right about this so you started talking to ricky.

“Ricky I don’t feel right about this.” you felt sick to your stomach and your anxiety levels were higher than your auntie on that za

Ricky: “Trust me its gonna be fine.” he said with a confident smile

you all got on the cart. it went smooth but then it randomly stopped at the hill. did it malfunction?? ( let it go from here!! you choose what happens next!