Personal Narrative: My Trip To Six Flags

It was just a boring day in my hometown, a traditional, weak entrance a lot of narrative stories use to try to get the attention of the readers. This story, however, isn’t one of those traditional stories; this one involves a day that had been exciting up to that point already. The memory that resonates daily throughout my mind would have to be the time when I went to Six Flags for the first time in my life. Before I jump into my story, I should tell you my friends mess with each other a lot, almost to the point where we get into fights with each other. Now, this trip to Six Flags was the “present” my middle school gave to us eight graders for surviving through the three years we had to be there (it wasn’t really that bad there). I get to
The smell of the hot dogs being grilled, there was the smell of funnel cake everywhere, you could hear so many excited screams from the people on the rides, and the sight of some kid puking in a garbage can next to the ride Déjà vu. I’m thinking this day could not get any better, but so much more ended up happening that day. First ride I run over to is the Batman ride, where your feet dangle beneath you as the ride flies down the track, and I get into this very long line, not knowing how slow those lines move. I was in line for three hours, for Batman (which I didn’t think was even that good), but the wait was entertaining. My friend, called Bob, decided to mess with my buddy Schroeder again, so he decides to go up to this black kid and asked him to be in on this joke. We tell him and he just starts laughing, ”Yea, I’ll do it”. So we get Schroeder into line, and Bob goes to this black kid, “Yo man, this little kid just called you the n-word,” and the black kid was half laughing and acting half angry, and Schroeder has a miniature breakdown during this, I just want to say Schroeder is a friend to me; but his reactions to these things are the funniest things I have ever seen. But back to the current event, Schroeder just bolts out of there, and we had to chase him down and tell him it was a joke, which would have been easy if we weren’t laughing so hard at this. Then we head over to the Super
That stalls us for half an hour, and then we leave. The bus gets half way back home, and the chaperones realize something. They forgot one of the teachers and the group he was watching that day, so we drive back and call the teacher, turns out they somehow got a ride home right after we noticed them missing. The bus didn’t get home until around 10:00 that night. My mom was about to unleash on the teachers and deans for getting back so late. We were supposed to be back at 7:30 pm, she was there for two and a half hours waiting for us to get back, but then they explained what happened, and that didn’t help much. She just told me to get into the car and go home. I get a call right after I get home from Mike saying he took Schroeder’s wallet, and I was just like “Leave the kid alone, man, he already had a rough day”. That was the understatement of the year, he had the worst day of his life, but he wasn’t mad at us at all. Even after we told him about the Superman seat, he just blew it off and was in a good mood. He is the most resilient kid I ever met; he takes so much from those guys, but he still likes to hang out with them. I got to show some respect for