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192 pages, Hardcover
First published June 12, 2018
Once in a while, if we weren't in a hurry to get back on the road, Mr. Barsetti let us keep a ride or two open after a carnival had closed. Not very often--"soaring cost of electricity, you know"--but sometimes. And on those nights, Mikey and I always used to beg for one of the rides to be the Gravitron. When it was full of guests like this, we had to obey all the rules.
When it was just us carnival kids, though, no one cared if we climbed all the way up to the ceiling or walked sideways across the walls.
Next time, we would have to bring Randy with us. Maybe after the carnival closed that night.
Then I remembered: Whatever happened that night, we probably wouldn't come back to ride the Gravitron together. Miranda and I were not really friends. I didn't want her around. The longer she stayed, the more I had to worry.
The Gravitron began to slow. "Please return to a standing position," Marcus warned. "Your ride is coming to an end."
Everyone booed. The pressure against my shoulders eased. I slid back to the ground, a little at a time. As soon as the Gravitron bumped to a stop, the regular white lights turned back on. The music was softer now, but I could still feel it pulsing in my ears. Randy took off her hat and fanned herself with it.
"That. Was. Amazing," she said.
"I'm glad you liked it." And even though it was hard to admit, I really was.
Marcus was at the door, taking people under the elbow and helping them down, just in case they were too dizzy to get out safely on their own.
When it was our turn to go, he winked at me. Instead of guiding us off the ride, he steered us back around the circle. "One more time?" he said as the music thumped on.
I started to shake my head. But Randy jumped up from behind me. "Yes!"