Chapter Five

The fair was crowded and my anxiety started to surface. I shouldn’t have come.

Amy’s smile stretched from ear to ear as the lights, commotion, and smells made her eyes twinkle with life. This was her kind of atmosphere. Mine was the quiet and peacefulness of the water. Sometimes I wonder how Amy and I became friends. We are so opposite, but I guess that’s what works for us. We balance each other out. In this situation, however, I wished I could be more of an outgoing and daring friend that she needed.

“Let’s go to the Fury Drop,” Amy giggled, towing me to one of the only rides I’ll go on.

I stopped in my tracks.

“Wait, you hate the Fury Drop,” I questioned. My brain was finally caught up to the statement she had just made.