SUSPECTED SURPRISE

I rarely go out with my friends, even though they get together very often. But every time I do, they make sure it’s an unforgettable day filled with surprises and fun. The most memorable one was when I went to VGP Universal Kingdom (an amusement park) with my friends. Ten of us went there to enjoy the day. The park had many rides and thrilling attractions waiting for us.

We had already planned that every one of us would try all the rides, no matter how scary they were. I wasn’t too comfortable with this plan because I’m terrified of the giant wheel, merry-go-round, and similar rides. Still, we had a great time—until the scary ride came.

I was so scared of that ride and begged my friends to go without me. But they insisted and forced me to get on it. I was shouting and yelling at the top of my voice out of fear. When the ride slowed down, I felt a huge sense of relief. Everyone got off, and it was finally my turn to get down.

But to my shock, the ride started again, gradually picking up speed—this time with only me on it! The speed was even higher than before. I somehow managed to look at my friends, who were talking to the ride operator. I immediately suspected what they were up to.

When the ride finally stopped, I got down, and my friends welcomed me as if I had just entered a new world. They all shouted at the top of their voices, telling me this was the surprise they had planned for me that day. Wasn’t that interesting? No other friends can surprise me the way mine do!

Originally Published on 25-Mar-2010

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