A Ride to Remember

I quickly sat down in the last available seat.
I stole a glance
At the person next to me,
And realized she was clutching the seat.
I stared, amazed,
As her knuckles changed color,
From pink to bone-white.
I listened to the thump of her heartbeat,
As we climbed the steep slope.
Right when she saw the drop,
Her expression changed.
She immediately prepared for the worst,
And closed her eyes tightly.
I stared,
Astonished at her tightly shut eyelids.
I suddenly felt me stomach drop.
I looked forward,
Watching the track swerve around,
And around.
I realized I was getting dizzy,
And decided to focus on the girl next to me.
As I turned back around,
I found she was staring at me.
She quickly looked away,
And her cheeks started to redden.
I wondered why she was staring,
At me,
Of all people.
Suddenly, I was overcome with this strange feeling.
Maybe she was just as interested in me,
As I was her.
A polite nudge interrupted my thoughts.
I looked around,
And realized the ride was over.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
I turned around to find the girl I sat next to,
But she was no where to be found.
I shrugged,
And got off the ride.
As I rounded the corner to the exit,
The girl popped out of no where.
“Hi.” She said, “My name’s Alison.”
And as soon as she said that,
I was sure we were going to be friends.