Do you have something to share? Send us your creative writing using this form.
The floor felt wet and hard when I grabbed my soggy, blue board with wrinkled fingers. I was determined to go on the Tornado Whip water slide.
My father was scared of it because the ride started up high and he was afraid of heights. Still, I made him go on the Tornado Whip.
After he calmed himself down, we went up the stairs.
The wind was strong, hitting against me. I was also already drenched, so it felt colder. It was a long way up. I realised my dad was 10 steps behind.
“Hurry up!” I shouted.
I panted as I stopped to wait for him. He was as slow as a turtle, taking one step every five seconds. I saw a view at the back, where solar panels and greenhouses lay.
Then, my dad arrived.
“One more flight of stairs!” I said. When we got there, I put on my board and stepped inside the capsule through the open door. Water trickled down my back. The door closed. Outside, I could see my dad trembling.
“3, 2, 1,” the machine said.
I was hit by a sudden wave of cold because the hidden platform under my feet disappeared. Immediately, I fell through. The tube was transparent and in 20 seconds I was covered in water.
“Hey! Why am I floating?” I asked myself. “Maybe it’s over.”
“Ah!” I heard my dad scream. He was halfway through, and before you knew it, he was out of the slide.
Hopeful, I walked to my dad and asked, “Again?”
“Nope,” my dad replied firmly. “We are leaving.”
“Grr,” I thought, lightly punching him. But I felt so grateful that he actually went on the ride with me despite his fear of heights.
