Steel Eel-Personal Narrative
STEEL EEL
“I have never rode a roller coaster before,” I exclaimed, as we walked in to seaworld. I can’t wait. “Jack you should go on that roller coaster, I’ll give you a dollar,” My brother Ethan dared.
“2 dollars?” I asked.
“Fine,” he answered.
I got in line to go on the Steel Eel. I had butterflies in my stomach, I was so nervous.
I was at the front of the line ready to have the ride of my life, I couldn’t tell if I meant that in a good way or bad, but I jumped in the cart ready to go, buckled my seatbelt, and off I shot only to get slowed down by going up a one hundred fifty foot hill. Twenty five feet, fifty feet, seventy five feet, I looked down, and I could see the cars if I fell I’d be sure to die. I was one hundred fifty
“I have never rode a roller coaster before,” I exclaimed, as we walked in to seaworld. I can’t wait. “Jack you should go on that roller coaster, I’ll give you a dollar,” My brother Ethan dared.
“2 dollars?” I asked.
“Fine,” he answered.
I got in line to go on the Steel Eel. I had butterflies in my stomach, I was so nervous.
I was at the front of the line ready to have the ride of my life, I couldn’t tell if I meant that in a good way or bad, but I jumped in the cart ready to go, buckled my seatbelt, and off I shot only to get slowed down by going up a one hundred fifty foot hill. Twenty five feet, fifty feet, seventy five feet, I looked down, and I could see the cars if I fell I’d be sure to die. I was one hundred fifty