The Looking Glass Volume 36 | Page 77

Grace Whaley, Grade 11

The Endless Track

Uriel Isaacs

I am pushed onto a roller coaster and squeezed into a seat. Suddenly the roller coaster begins to move. The roller coaster is gradually increasing speed, despite me only being partly strapped in. I hold on as the roller coaster starts to go clickety-clack up the incline of the track. Suddenly the roller coaster dips down and weaves right and then left and then up and down again. I think to myself, just hold on and enjoy the ride because eventually, one way or another, this ride will end.