Personal Narrative-The Roller Coaster Goes. Buzz?

The Roller Coaster Goes… Buzz?

I’d been working towards this day forever now. Hundreds of humble yet horror-inducing faces stared me down. The buzzing speakers broke the silence in the auditorium, but I was grateful for it. If it was completely silent, I might have been jumpier than frog’s legs in a frying pan. More than I already was. I had waited for 63 people to finish, a good amount of them getting knocked out one by one. Now it was my turn.
They told me my word. Verboten. I remembered the ride I want on, Verbolten. The coaster in Busch Gardens. It was like riding a cheetah. I thought I would get it right, but I was scared out of my wits. I asked for the word to be repeated, by saying Verbolten. They answered with Verboten, but I didn’t hear. My stomach did a backflip inside of me, and my heart rammed against my ribcage. It surprises me that my heartbeat didn’t get picked up by the mic. I began to spell the word.
“Verbolten,” I began, “V-e-r-b-o-l-t-e-n. Verbolten.”
“That is incorrect,” says a judge.
My heart sank. I went down the steps to my mom. Once I got to her, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. My sadness broke free. Tears rolled down my face like a river flowing through a valley. She began to tell me that the ride, Verbolten, was a twist on the actual word. They added the ‘l’ in ‘bolt’ to emphasize the speed of the coaster. She was waving at me in the audience to try and tell me that it didn’t mean what I thought, but I didn’t see her. It was dark as a cave out in the audience, and bright as the sun on the stage. After that, we went to go eat dinner and get some