"Ahhhhhh..." I yawned as I woke up from my nap. I felt so refreshed. I took a few minuti to stretch and then I got off the bed. I looked at the clock. 6:05 pm. "Oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled. "I'm already five minuti late and I haven't even left the house!" I was supposed to meet my mystery friend, James, at Howl-O-Scream at 6:00. I ran down the stairs shouting to my mom, "I'm going to Busch Gardens with a friend! I'll be back at midnight!" and I grabbed an mela, apple and ran out the door. I was so hungry that I ate the mela, apple in no più than 10 seconds, a personal record.
I only live 20 min from the amusement park so driving there wasn't a problem but that meant I was going to be 25 min late. I wondered if James would actually wait for me o if he would think that I wasn't coming. I didn't need the money he gave me in the letter, $150, because i already had a season pass. I arrived at the park and was surprised to see that the entrance lines were relatively short for the time of giorno that I was coming at. I prayed the cars in front of me would sposta as fast as they ever have and in about 5 min I was in Preferred Parking searching for a space. After I parked, I ran out of the car, found a line for entering that had just opened up, gave the lady my card, and scanned my fingerprint. "Welcome to Busch Gardens," the screen said.
"Phew," I sighed as I walked into the park. Griffon was all the way in the back of the park so I took off running towards it. I didn't need a map because I had gone to Busch Gardens so many times before. Out of breath, I arrived at Griffon. I saw, standing in front of one of the arancia, arancio covered lamps, the familiar figure of James but dressed in a dark blue,instead of black, felpa with the cappuccio pulled low over his face and almost perfect jeans without any rips. He was also wearing neon green pallacanestro, basket shoes which were nice for a change from his typical dark apparel.
"Hey Emily," James detto as he walked towards me.
"Hello my mysterious friend," I replied. James stopped right in front of me and I could see that he was again wearing a ski mask.
"So do te want to ride Griffon first o should we hit the haunted mazes?" he asked.
"We can start with Griffon," I answered and we entered the long line for the amazing arancia, arancio and blue ride. We talked a little while we waited in line but it was kind of awkward because he was so secretive.
"So ummm.. What's your preferito color?" I asked trying to stir up conversation.
"Blue. You?"
"Purple. Do te play any instruments?"
"Can't tell you. I already know te play flute and piccolo. Anything else?"
"Piano and guitar. Do te have any pets?"
"Can't tell you. Do you?"
"Two cats. I give up on this conversation!" I detto as we boarded the front row of the ride. "Have te ever ridden Griffon before?" I asked him.
"No.. I've never even been to Busch Gardens before. I'm not usually in this state, let alone this country!" he answered.
"Ok well it's my preferito ride, besides the Hulk at Universal Studios. I hope te enjoy it," I told him as the ride started to go around the bend and up the hill. We came to the superiore, in alto of the collina and as we hung over the edge I looked to the left at the bay. I could see the ghost fleet and I poked James to mostra him, but he wouldn't move. "Oh my gosh! James are te okay??!!" I yelled. He wouldn't sposta and then we started to drop.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I heard him start yelling. I started to feel really bad for choosing to go on the roller coaster, but after all, he gave me the choice sooo... He stopped screaming when we got to the superiore, in alto of the secondo collina but then he started all over again at the drop. I could hear him panting when we got back to the exit.
"I'm fine," he wheezed as we got off the ride and went to see our pictures. I looked like I was thoroughly enjoying myself but luckily for James te couldn't even see his face. "Alright, time for a haunted maze?" James asked, finally breathing normally. "Sure!" I answered and we headed towards the nearest haunted maze, which happened to be the scariest in the park. While we were walking to the maze I noticed that the person walking beside, me who was supposedly James, was taller than me but the boy I had talked to the other night was not. "Two different people?" was the last thing that went through my mine before we entered the maze...
I only live 20 min from the amusement park so driving there wasn't a problem but that meant I was going to be 25 min late. I wondered if James would actually wait for me o if he would think that I wasn't coming. I didn't need the money he gave me in the letter, $150, because i already had a season pass. I arrived at the park and was surprised to see that the entrance lines were relatively short for the time of giorno that I was coming at. I prayed the cars in front of me would sposta as fast as they ever have and in about 5 min I was in Preferred Parking searching for a space. After I parked, I ran out of the car, found a line for entering that had just opened up, gave the lady my card, and scanned my fingerprint. "Welcome to Busch Gardens," the screen said.
"Phew," I sighed as I walked into the park. Griffon was all the way in the back of the park so I took off running towards it. I didn't need a map because I had gone to Busch Gardens so many times before. Out of breath, I arrived at Griffon. I saw, standing in front of one of the arancia, arancio covered lamps, the familiar figure of James but dressed in a dark blue,instead of black, felpa with the cappuccio pulled low over his face and almost perfect jeans without any rips. He was also wearing neon green pallacanestro, basket shoes which were nice for a change from his typical dark apparel.
"Hey Emily," James detto as he walked towards me.
"Hello my mysterious friend," I replied. James stopped right in front of me and I could see that he was again wearing a ski mask.
"So do te want to ride Griffon first o should we hit the haunted mazes?" he asked.
"We can start with Griffon," I answered and we entered the long line for the amazing arancia, arancio and blue ride. We talked a little while we waited in line but it was kind of awkward because he was so secretive.
"So ummm.. What's your preferito color?" I asked trying to stir up conversation.
"Blue. You?"
"Purple. Do te play any instruments?"
"Can't tell you. I already know te play flute and piccolo. Anything else?"
"Piano and guitar. Do te have any pets?"
"Can't tell you. Do you?"
"Two cats. I give up on this conversation!" I detto as we boarded the front row of the ride. "Have te ever ridden Griffon before?" I asked him.
"No.. I've never even been to Busch Gardens before. I'm not usually in this state, let alone this country!" he answered.
"Ok well it's my preferito ride, besides the Hulk at Universal Studios. I hope te enjoy it," I told him as the ride started to go around the bend and up the hill. We came to the superiore, in alto of the collina and as we hung over the edge I looked to the left at the bay. I could see the ghost fleet and I poked James to mostra him, but he wouldn't move. "Oh my gosh! James are te okay??!!" I yelled. He wouldn't sposta and then we started to drop.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I heard him start yelling. I started to feel really bad for choosing to go on the roller coaster, but after all, he gave me the choice sooo... He stopped screaming when we got to the superiore, in alto of the secondo collina but then he started all over again at the drop. I could hear him panting when we got back to the exit.
"I'm fine," he wheezed as we got off the ride and went to see our pictures. I looked like I was thoroughly enjoying myself but luckily for James te couldn't even see his face. "Alright, time for a haunted maze?" James asked, finally breathing normally. "Sure!" I answered and we headed towards the nearest haunted maze, which happened to be the scariest in the park. While we were walking to the maze I noticed that the person walking beside, me who was supposedly James, was taller than me but the boy I had talked to the other night was not. "Two different people?" was the last thing that went through my mine before we entered the maze...
Don't te just want to make everyone disappear so te can be left with One Direction? Have te ever wondered, "why am I so crazy about them!?!?" Well I know!
Many other famous people try SO hard for people to fall inlove with them- One direction doesn't.
One direction comes as they are. They come in their own styles- and they wish for us to be ourselves!
Here's how I became a HUGE directioner: I listened to their songs, I read libri about them, and an app I downloaded on my iphone5 was… a data One Direction app. On the data one direction app te pick a member and te start out as friends, in one giorno te become their girlfriend, and then couple, always (etc.)
I became obsessed because in that app- each member told me what they love, and all about them- so I fell back on my letto screaming I Amore THEM.
All directioners are different- they are crazy, some are mature, wild, calm, loud, quiet, normal, stylish, black, white, etc.
Many other famous people try SO hard for people to fall inlove with them- One direction doesn't.
One direction comes as they are. They come in their own styles- and they wish for us to be ourselves!
Here's how I became a HUGE directioner: I listened to their songs, I read libri about them, and an app I downloaded on my iphone5 was… a data One Direction app. On the data one direction app te pick a member and te start out as friends, in one giorno te become their girlfriend, and then couple, always (etc.)
I became obsessed because in that app- each member told me what they love, and all about them- so I fell back on my letto screaming I Amore THEM.
All directioners are different- they are crazy, some are mature, wild, calm, loud, quiet, normal, stylish, black, white, etc.
(On the tour bus, going to sleep)
Harry: Goodnight, Louis. Goodnight, Niall.
Louis: Night, Harry.
Niall: Night, Harry. Night, Liam.
Liam: Goodnight, Niall. Night, Louis. Night, Harry.
Harry: Goodnight, Boo Bear.
Louis: Goodnight, love.
Harry: Sleep tight, darling.
Louis: Don't let the letto bugs bite.
Harry: Have a wonderful sleep, ragno monkey.
Louis: Night, pumpkin.
Zayn: Oh my God, GO TO SLEEP!!!
Louis:
Harry:
Louis:
Harry:
Niall:
Liam:
Kevin:
Harry: Goodnight, s3x lord.
Louis: Goodni-- oh, come on! te know I can't beat 's3x lord'...
Niall: Sorry, guys.
Louis: Wait, what...?
Niall:
Harry:
Liam:
Louis:
Niall:
Liam:
Harry: OH MY GOD NIALL, GROSS!
Louis: Wait, what...?
Niall: (laughing) It'll hit te in a second.
Louis: I don't think I... (sniffs) OH GOD, NIALL! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Zayn: (covering head with pillow) EVERY. DAMN. NIGHT.
Harry: Goodnight, Louis. Goodnight, Niall.
Louis: Night, Harry.
Niall: Night, Harry. Night, Liam.
Liam: Goodnight, Niall. Night, Louis. Night, Harry.
Harry: Goodnight, Boo Bear.
Louis: Goodnight, love.
Harry: Sleep tight, darling.
Louis: Don't let the letto bugs bite.
Harry: Have a wonderful sleep, ragno monkey.
Louis: Night, pumpkin.
Zayn: Oh my God, GO TO SLEEP!!!
Louis:
Harry:
Louis:
Harry:
Niall:
Liam:
Kevin:
Harry: Goodnight, s3x lord.
Louis: Goodni-- oh, come on! te know I can't beat 's3x lord'...
Niall: Sorry, guys.
Louis: Wait, what...?
Niall:
Harry:
Liam:
Louis:
Niall:
Liam:
Harry: OH MY GOD NIALL, GROSS!
Louis: Wait, what...?
Niall: (laughing) It'll hit te in a second.
Louis: I don't think I... (sniffs) OH GOD, NIALL! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?
Zayn: (covering head with pillow) EVERY. DAMN. NIGHT.