No Turning Back Poem by Sara Spencer

As I look around me, I see all of the excited faces waiting for their turn. I wonder if I am the only one who is scared. When I look up to the sounds of screams my stomach turns. I look down; I am going to be sick.
The People around me smile and laugh. I try to hide my fear. I walk closer and closer to the ticket booth. When I finally reach my destination, I hand my ticket to the women inside. I smile worriedly; it’s too late to turn back now. I must go on.
It’s finally my turn. As I sit down, the lady comes down the row to check that I am locked in. I close my eyes as we begin to move. The last thing I hear is the engine shooting me off.