Roller Coaster

As Cindy sat on the seat clutching her bag, fat tears rolled down her cheeks. With deep dread in her heart, she watched the trees whiz by. Soon the ride would be over and she would have to got out of her seat and make a move. She would have to make a move after waiting for so very long. She looked over at Paul, who seem to be content on this journey. Paul was a little worried about Cindy. He had been sitting next to her for the last forty-five minutes, watching her. He pretend not to see the tears leaking ou of the corner of her eyes and rolling down her cheek. She had decreetly wiped them away because she wanted him to think she was brave. They came to a stop; the time was at hand. Cindy told herself, "Stand-up, walk. Don't be afraid," but she was. Her hands were sweating, her hearrt was pounding, and her knees were knocking. She could bearly make her legs move. She grabbed Paul's hand.