The Drastic Blowout of #9

It was a brisk autumn evening in Litchfield Maine. Leaves danced in the breeze, the warm sun beginning to set, scents of fried food carried in the wind, the sounds of laughter and screaming heard from miles away, this is our time of year.
Barreling down the cracked pavement of the road toward their destination, three teens bounce along with the jolts of the truck they are riding in and to the music blaring through the stereo, this is a night they will never forget. Already enthusiastic and hyper the three teens: two girls and a boy, make their way towards the hordes of people convening for this momentous advent, the Litchfield fair.
A town this small and in the middle of nowhere is not known for much, so when the fair comes to town it is an annual tradition no matter what your age to show up and party. Although the events and rides are always the same, the memories made are what make this a special time, but this year a new type of memory would arise.
Finally turning into the parking lot, the three teens practically fall out of the truck in excitement and make their way toward the front gate. One, a tall lanky boy seems nervous but eager, he continuously glances back to keep an eye on a small girl who is limping behind him. They catch a glimpse and smile, a friendly shove, a feeling of friendship arises, a bond that could not be broken. The other, a slightly taller girl, all smiles, but a bit awkward in movement and interaction completes our group, the perfect trio for the perfect night.
Throughout the night the group is active, even with the injury in their midst. Plenty of fast-paced rides, tossing and flipping them around. Gawking at farm animals and little bunnies, some of whom (the girls) insisted on holding. Returning to rides, eating food, interactions with other friends, but the night was still young. As the stars arose and the brisk wind turned to chill, the smallest of the group became cold and had to go to the parking lot to change twice. This induced lots of laughter and ¨I told you so´s¨ before returning to the scheduled activities of the evening.
Getting back from the parking lot, the two girls decide to ride the flippiest, most extreme, brain scrambling, ride the fair had to offer, the zipper. As the two climbed aboard cart nine there was a sense of something sinister in the air, but ignoring the feeling the girls giggled and grasped the two black bards ahead of them as they were locked into the cage. The ride began more severe than the past twelve times, the girls rode, although fun, impending doom for the smaller one with the injured leg. As the ride twisted and jared them around, it suddenly flipped backwards and began running in reverse. This action sealed the deal.
As the momentum of the bodies in the cart flew forward and the cart back, the injured leg was smacked off of rigid metal and pinched between metal casings. This caused the unthinkable to happen for the small girl who just wanted to have some fun, she began to vomit. Mostly water but some fried food, no longer smelling inciting, splattered the interior of cart nine. The sheer shock of the moment seemed to make time stand still. If not for the throbbing of her leg pulling her back into reality, the girl may as well have faded into nothingness in that dreaded cart.
The mess left behind as the cart lowered to release the girls from their puke covered prison was not much, but enough to embarrass the girl into crying and enough to close down the cart for the night. As the prison was opened the girl was rushed out by her entourage of friends, freeing her from the sour smell and trauma. Leaving the gates and excitement behind, clothes were changed, a ride to a friend´s house was given, a well-needed shower was taken, and down time was received. An eventful day for our group and the episode of bodily malfunctions left a heavy silence amongst the group, that is until the comforting was initiated.
A situation that seemed like the end of the world, leaving a numb, upset, blob of a girl paralyzed on a kitchen floor, turned into an attack of laughs and cheer radiating throughout the room. The realization that this happens to everyone and the circumstances upon why it occurred helped turn tears into cheers.