Free Dark One: One for Sorrow... (The Khiara Banning Series Book 1) by Sydnie Beaupré Page A

makes me more annoyed.
     
    “We’re here!” crows Cara an hour later, as we pull into the parking lot of Monster’s Domain amusement park, which is located a couple of hours away from our town. We park close to the gate; hardly anybody is here because of the rain. Monster’s Domain is one of the smallest amusement parks to exist with only one roller coaster, three small water rides, one Tilt a’ Whirl, and some bumper cars, but it’s a great place to be, and I think I even trumps Disney.
    “Do you think they’ll close the place if the rain gets bad?” I ask Cara as she twirls her hair with her finger absentmindedly as she watches Tristan rifle through his wallet for his bankcard because he doesn’t have a season’s pass.
    “No,” she replies, “They’ll just shut down the non-water rides. I mean, we’re already wet because of the rain, so why not right?” This reminds me that I should probably put my phone in the car for safekeeping, and like he’s read my mind, Tristan says, “You two should put your phones in the car, don’t want them shorting out, do you?”
    Cara shakes her head and I say, “Nope. That’s just what I was thinking, actually.”
    He smiles and says jokingly, “I read your mind. I’m pro at it, go ahead and test me.”
    “What colour is my bra?” I ask, giggling as his face goes red.
    “Ouch!” He says as Cara swats him on the butt. “Answer the girl!” she demands. Tristan rolls his eyes, and shakes his head.
    “Purple?” he says, and my heart stutters. I force a laugh and say, “No, it’s green. Tomorrow I’ll wear purple and ask you again.” My bra is, in fact purple. I write it off as a coincidence.
     
    As soon as we’re past the gates of the park, the rain picks up speed and they close down all of the non-water rides. We ride the log ride four times before getting fed up with it, and then move on to the other rides as the rain slows down and they open them all back up.
    “Yes!” Shouts Cara, as we walk and she dances in the direction of the Tilt a’ Whirl, her favourite ride.
    Tristan shakes his head, amused as Cara runs off ahead of us, “Why is this her favourite ride?”
    I shrug, “She likes to spin, really fast. I think that’s why she drinks so much. It’s the same kind of feeling.”
    Contemplating this, he rubs his jaw, “I suppose so. I’m not one for drinking; it doesn’t really affect me, no matter how much I drink.”
    I shrug again, “Yeah, well I wish that were the case with me. One drink and I’m half in the bag.”
    Tristan smiles, rubs his jaw again and says, “Well, now I know not to let you near the alcohol at the semi-formal.”
    “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m glad you’re coming though.” I assure him, laughing as Cara trips and falls into a huge puddle. “It is not funny!” she shrieks, but a second late she’s laughing with me.
    As we get to the Tilt a’ Whirl, Cara does this little victory dance when she sees that we’re the only people in line. We’re practically the only people in the park (which, might I add is a very large place and with hardly any people in it, looks a little creepy). The guy at the controls of the ride gives Tristan and I a cursory glance, but his gaze lingers on Cara a little too long, and Tristan doesn’t even seem to care so I let it go. All three of us take our own seat since we’re the only people on the ride at the moment –everybody else is taking advantage of the water rides- and wait for it to begin.
    The control guy walks around to each of the seats, checking to make sure they all work and when he gets to mine his face suddenly changes from a mask of indifference, to a look of pure revulsion.
    Startled, I ask, “Is there something wrong?”
    He shakes his head, quickly composing himself, “There’s puke all over the floor, and you’re stepping in it.”
    “Oh,” I say, as my stomach grows queasy. “Thanks for letting me know.” He shrugs, mumbles something close