Wednesday, April 29, 2009

At the Point

Sorry! I have to go to bed like NOW. So you get this thing I wrote when I was 14. And very much obsessed with Back to the Future. As is evident. See how many references you can spot! Hah.

“Come on, Breckin, I wanna go on the Dragster! It’s so awesome,” Marty whined.

Breckin shook his head. “Sorry, Marty, you probably can’t. There’s always a long line, and besides, nobody else wants to go on it, and we’re not going to wait, like, two hours just so you can. Maybe next time.”

“Breckin, you’re so dumb. You never let me do anything I want to,” Marty complained.

It was a warm, breezy summer day, and Breckin was taking his younger brothers, fourteen year-old Marty, and eleven year-old Michael, and his thirteen year-old sister, Sara, to Cedar Point. They pulled into a parking space and got out.

“Ah, Marty, be quiet. You always whine,” Michael told him.

“I do not, and anyway, you’re just scared to go on it,” Marty said.

“I am not. I just.... don’t feel like it, and Sara doesn’t want to either.”

“Yeah. Nobody else wants to go, so just quit talking about it,” Sara told Marty.

“All right, fine, but you guys are just scared. You’re all big fat chickens. You--”

“Nobody calls me chicken, Marty. Nobody!” Michael yelled. He started hitting and punching him.

“Guys! Quit! Stop,” Breckin yelled. He was getting really annoyed at Marty and Michael.

Marty and Michael stopped. Sara stuck her tongue out at them.

“All right, guys. Come on, cut it out. Everybody got their passes?” Breckin asked.

They each gave their pass to the gate worker, went through the turnstile, and headed to the midway. When they were all together, Breckin stopped them.

“Where should we go first?” he asked.

“Let’s go on the Millennium. Can we? Pleeease?” Marty begged.

“Yeah. I want to, too,” Michael said.

Sara was quiet. She didn’t know if she wanted to go on the Millennium. It was so big and fast, but if her little brother wanted to, she figured, she should, because if she didn’t, they’d never stop making fun of her.

“Sure, since we all want to, but not now. There’s probably a long line, and it looks so cool up there at night. Let’s wait till later, okay?” Breckin said.

“Well, can we go on the Blue Streak, then? There’s not that many people over there,” Sara said. She liked the Blue Streak. It wasn’t as high or as fast the Millennium, and it was fun.

“Yeah, and then we can go on the Calypso and those little racecar things,” Michael said. He moved his arms back and forth like he was steering a car.

“Let’s go. Come on, you guys!” Marty yelled. He took off in the direction of the Blue Streak.

“Hey, Marty, slow down. You don’t have to run!!” Breckin called out after him.

After they went on the Blue Streak, they went on the Calypso, then the racecars, and then the Calypso again.

“Ugh. I don’t feel so good.” Breckin pretended to puke on Michael. Michael screeched and jumped away from him. “Let’s walk around and decide where to go next.”

They headed over to the bumper cars and the Wildcat. Breckin wanted to go on the bumper cars first, so they all got in line.

Marty ran to his favorite car, jumped in, put on his seatbelt, and yelled, “Hi ho, Silver!”

Sara rolled her eyes. Marty was so weird sometimes. She went to the opposite corner. She didn’t want to be anywhere near Marty when he was driving. Breckin sat down in the car next to her. She suspected that he was thinking the same thing.

She tried to stay clear of Marty, but he kept chasing her.

“Marty, go away,” she giggled.

Marty cackled and didn’t pay attention to where he was going. He slammed right into the wall. Sara drove by him and laughed.

“Ha ha. Reeeal funny. Just wait till I get out of here,“ Marty said sarcastically, but he couldn’t figure out how to get his car to go backwards and get away from the wall. Just as he finally got his car turned around, the ride stopped. “Awww, man! Hey, Breckin!” he called, “Can we go on it again?”

Sara shook her head frantically at Breckin. “Nooo. No more bumper cars. How about the Iron Dragon?” he suggested.

After the Iron Dragon, everyone was tired and getting hungry, so the family went to the Red Garter Saloon to get something to eat for dinner. After they ate, Michael saw that there weren’t very many people in line for the Millennium Force.

“Hey, Breckin, look. There’s hardly anybody in line for the Millennium. Can we go now?”

“Uh-oh,” Sara thought, “I don’t want to go on the Millennium. It’s too big, way too big, and fast.” She began to worry.

“Uh, I don’t know. Do you think we should? Right after we ate? You don’t want me to puke on you again, do you?” he asked slyly.

“Huh-uh. No thanks,” Michael laughed.
“So, let’s go on that later, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” Marty grumbled.

“Thank goodness,” Sara thought. She did not want to go, ever.

“Can we go on the train? That way we don’t have to walk because my feet are starting to hurt,” Sara suggested. She wanted to get as far away from the Millennium as she could. That way, she figured, they might run out of time going on other rides and not be able to go on it.

“Um, anyone not want to?” Breckin asked.

“I don’t care”


“Ok, then. Let’s go.”

They all got on the train, everyone except for Marty, that is. He was busy throwing his garbage away and didn’t see that the train had started to pull away.

“Hey! Wait! Stop!” he screamed. He ran along the train and tried to get on, but his foot slipped. Breckin reached for him, grabbed his arm, and pulled him in.

“What were you doing!?” Breckin was mad. “You could’ve gotten hurt. Now you are going to be right next to me for the rest of the day.”

Michael and Sara stared at Marty.

“What are you looking at? All of you are just stupid,” Marty scowled.

“Marty! You are gonna be in big trouble. Mom and Dad are going to be really mad,” Breckin scolded.

“Sorry,” he grumbled.

After the train ride, they went on the Cedar Creek Mine Ride, the swings, and the antique cars.

“It’s getting kind of late. We better get back to the Millennium if we’re going to get on it before we have to leave,” Breckin said.

“Great,” Sara thought, “he remembered. What am I going to do?”

They rode the train back to the Millennium, and the train didn’t leave without anyone this time.

Breckin, Marty, and Michael were all getting in line when Sara said, “I don’t feel too good. Do I have to go? I might get sick.”

“Yeah, right,” Michael said, “You’re just scared. You’re scared of a dumb old roller coaster. Scaredy cat! Scaredy cat! Sara’s a scaredy cat!”

“Yeah, Sara, you’re just scared. You’re not sick. You’re just a chicken. You weren’t sick when we went on all of those other rides. Hah!” Marty chimed in.

“Fine. I’ll go. See? I’m not scared.” Sara got in line with her brothers. Now, she really didn’t feel well. She was scared. She was really scared, but she wasn’t going to admit it.

As she waited in line, she got more and more worried. She looked up at the top of the lift hill 310 feet up. She followed the track with her eyes, then down, then up another huge hill.

Breckin noticed she was looking worried. “Sara, are you all right? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” She gulped. “Everything is great.”

“Are you sure? You can sit next to me if you want to. Marty was going to, but I don’t think he’ll mind. They can sit in front of us.”

“Okay,” Sara said. She didn’t want to sit next to Marty or Michael. They’d make fun of her the whole ride. Breckin knew she was nervous.

They went toward the back of the car. She got in the seat next to her big brother. Marty and Michael sat in front of them. Sara was scared, but there was nothing she could do now. She put her seatbelt on.

“You ready?” Breckin grinned. “Come on, Sara, don’t be so worried. Everything’s going to be fine. You know, it’s not like there’s really anything to be scared of. It’s safe. You’re not going to fall out or anything.”

“Thanks, Breckin,” she thought, even more worried than before, “That made me feel a lot better.”

“Clear!” the workers yelled. The train lurched out of the station and quickly started to go up the lift hill. Sara squeezed her eyes shut. The train neared the top of the hill. Sara could hear Marty and Michael scream, but she wasn’t going to open her eyes.

“Yeah!” Breckin yelled. He threw up his hands. She felt the train start to fall, faster and faster. She opened her eyes for a second, but quickly closed them. They went down the first hill and started going up the next.

Sara opened her eyes. “Hey,” Sara thought, “This is kind of fun.” She looked over at Breckin. He had his hands up and was laughing. “But not that fun.”

As the ride went along, Sara started to feel stupid for being so scared. When the car swung around the last corner and back into the station, Marty got out of his seat and took off running down the exit ramp.

“Marty! Where are you going now?” Breckin yelled.

“I told you Breckin, I’m going to that picture thing!” Marty yelled over his shoulder. “Me and Michael made weird faces at the camera.”

Breckin sighed and got up to follow him. Inside the photo shop, Sara caught up to her brothers. They were all looking at their picture. Sara looked up. She looked like she was having a great time.

“Hey, Breckin.” She pulled at his sleeve. “That was fun. Can we go on it again?”

Seriously, list all the references. There are a LOT.

1 comment:

  1. I must not be as big a fan. I only noticed that one of the characters was named Marty, and the whole "Chicken? Nobody calls me chicken!" thing.


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