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Post by willow marlie nevins on Jul 18, 2009 20:02:19 GMT -5
you'll never be alone again- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
you're more then in my head
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Willow was a seeker, anyone who knew her for even two seconds knew this which explained why she practically thrived in Cedar Point, an amusement park renowned for it's roller coasters. In all honesty Willow amazingly had never been to an amusement park, no that is not a lie or an exaggeration of some sort. Well it's not like she didn't have the chance to go to one, she had been invited to a couple in the past, but some how something always seemed to happen, something that wouldn't allow her to go. Like the time when she was twelve and class was taking an end of the year field trip to Six Flags New England. Well she was all syked to go, her and her friends had planned everything to a T and then out of no where she gets the chicken pox and had to stay home. The list goes one, well not extensively but it seemed long enough. So today considering she didn't have to work or go to classes she decided to treat herself to her own little field trip one which would take her to Cedar point. The place wasn't as packed as she thought it'd be, but there were still enough people to make her sort of cringe at the thought of all the germs floating around the place. Okay so really now wasn't the time to miraculously become a germaphobe, but it was something that couldn't be helped.
The slight gross feeling she felt didn't stop her though, especially not after she recalled the time she got too drunk and woke up next to a some greasy haired guy who she was all too thankful she didn't sleep with. Now that incident was gross, this situation sort of paled in comparison to that, though with every sneezey, coughy little kid that passed her she felt like running to her car, driving to wally world buying some disinfectant and coming back fully armed. Then again she had already passed the gates and paid her fee for entree so really there was no looking back. While she was at that booth thing at the entrance she had also bought a season pass entitling her to bring one person with her for free the entire season. Though she wasn't sure how long the season lasted she still thought that a sort of free -though not free- pass was sort of cool. Yup she felt like the cool kid among a bunch of whinny kids, stupid preteens, and exhausted parents. Now that my friends is saying something. Truly when you got down to the core of Ms. Nevins it was clear to see that she was in deed basically a dork, which was sort of what made her cute. It was the nerd esq quality that made her stare after a small child who was carrying an absolutely amazing balloon which had a some sort of stuffed animal or beanie baby sitting inside of it.
It became ever so clear that this place was pretty much heaven to Willow and as such she couldn't help but wander around for a while checking out different places. She had the time, Willow practically had the whole day plus she was still trying to decide whether or not to hop on a roller coaster. Now that she was up close and personal she wasn't so sure about braving one by herself, maybe she should have come with someone? After all that's what it seemed like everyone else had done. Oh well, Willow had always done things her own way anyways so what was the point in following the trend? After a while of walking she stopped at a booth that was selling some sort of food and waited behind countless others to get to the front. Before long she was eying the menu trying to decide what item would least make her vomit. Soon she had a bottle of water and a huge cheeseburger in her hands trying to find a place to sit down and eat. A few benches with place off to the side of the main path, a few families were set up for picnics though none had thought to seek refuge at a table shaded by a large tree. Willow saw it and quickly scurried over in time to claim it to herself. It was true this place was as close to Willow-land as the real world could get...
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