[DEATH] ACCIDENTS HAPPEN

[style=width: 400px; background-color: #f9f8f8; overflow: auto; font: 10px Tahoma; padding: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 393939; opacity: 0.7; -moz-opacity: 0.7; ]A young, white haired femme looked both ways, curious and cautious eyes looking both ways before she proceeded to gingerly cross the street, lightly bounding in the direction of the pier. She had another day off – pretending she was sick wasn’t the very best thing to do, but she did it anyway – and she wanted to use it for gathering inspiration on her next biggest painting. Something beautiful… capturing the essence of the blue waters. The weather forecast said that the best days for weather would be the 11th and the 12th, and since she was busy working on the 11th, she decided that it would be best to take the day off on the 12th (again, it wasn’t really a day off, considering that she had a substitute professor fill in her shoes while she made a small, relaxing escape). It was perfectly fine to be walking outside, so long as it wasn’t too strenuous. Besides, fresh air was good for the sick. A small part of her, buried deep inside her under an ornamental rug, told her that she was becoming more and more rebellious, but she liked to think of it as “spreading her wings.”

Well, little did she know that today would be her last day on Earth, alive.

Just making it to the other end of the street as the light turned green and cars began to zoom past, leaving loud, echoing sounds in their wakes. Taking in a deep breath, the scent of the fresh sea rejuvenated the young woman. She was already picturing her newest painting in her head: a girl in a humble white dress, standing barefoot along the shoreline with the setting sun behind her, reflecting rays of light off the water. It was going to be brilliant. Well, it was supposed to be brilliant, anyway.

And as she walked, she realized that she’d also made her way to the famous Ferris wheel, the large, circular structure slowly rotating as the pedestrians inside the cars enjoyed a, no doubt, wonderful view. The young woman had yet to experience it, so she was pretty excited – there were so many things that one could see from so high up. She’d never been a big fan of heights per se, but this was an exception. It was an opportunity.

Spotting a rather short queue, she made her way to the end of the line and snuck a peek at her watch. It was just nearing noon – she could go one round before she hit an early lunch. Nodding her head slightly at the game plan, she clutched her bicep with her arm and leaning on her left leg, waiting patiently in line for her turn to ride. She checked her purse – there was a very small sketch book meant for quick sketches for whenever she was struck by inspiration. She always took it with her, just in case. Inspiration comes and goes rather quickly, and she’s experienced the feeling of forgetting a brilliant idea more than once; it’s painful, and she bought the small sketchpad as a way to combat the whole ordeal. It was quite effective, if you asked her. Of course, not many friends outside campus knew about her hobby for art, even though she so tried to mention it to them in conversations, but let’s face it: there’s not many ways you can casually slide Leonardo da Vinci in a normal conversation. Actually, even she had to admit it: it’d be pretty weird. So, at best, her other friends had a somewhat vague idea. Still borderline clueless, but getting there.

After a few more minutes, Juliet felt herself growing increasingly impatient. She silently chastised herself, slightly disgusted at her current sentiments; she was already very near the start of the line, so why was she getting impatient now? Well, it was to be expected, considering that it was her first time (and last).

A few more painful minutes past, and Juliet found herself waiting for the next car to come down. It was an excruciating process, watching the car stop for about… thirty seconds. When did waiting thirty seconds become so hard? As she waited, she noticed the Ferris wheel; it looked unstable, or at least, it did to her. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face, though she didn’t let the thought bother her: after all, there was absolutely no way that a Ferris wheel would somehow break down in the middle, right?
At long last, it was Juliet’s turn to ride the car. A very sick-looking couple stumbled their way out of the purple, rusty car, the female clutching her stomach and the male with his arm slung over her shoulders. The sight made her increasingly uncomfortable, and for a minute, she considered turning right around and bolting for the streets, into the safety of her own home. She hesitated for a moment. The man standing beside her said, “Um, ma’am..?”

“Oh! Right, um, yes,” she muttered, her embarrassment evident on her normally pale face. She awkwardly made her way into the car, and sat down. She noticed that the car tilted as she sat down in an incredibly unnerving way, her paranoia growing each second. She moved to make her way out of the car, hoping to get out before the Ferris wheel began to turn, but the door slammed shut and the Ferris wheel began to move.

“Um! Hello? Could one of you let me out? Hello?” she called out from inside the car, her hands pressed on the door, as if she could open it while the wheel was in motion. Her paranoia soon become more than a little overwhelming, and she found herself banging on the door in a desperate, useless flurry of motion. She looked out the window to the car beneath her and pressed her hands against the glass windows – the people inside were looking at her with a worried expression on their face. They were most likely wondering if she was okay, and the way Juliet looked at them with her eyes pleading made them feel even more uncomfortable. They hastily turned away, suddenly oblivious to her actions.

Terror was beginning to squeeze her chest, though she didn’t know why – she tried to calm herself down. No, it wasn’t going to fall, it wasn’t going to explode, nothing’s going to happen…

The Ferris wheel came to a screeching halt, leaving Juliet’s car dangling at the very top. Her eyes were moist. Worry overtook her body, and she slowly took a seat, taking care to stay absolutely still. For a moment, nothing moved. Settling down, Juliet gingerly took out a pencil and a sketchbook and tried to look out the window, out towards the sea. A soft whimper escaped her lips.

But then it happened.

A very loud bang caused the two people in the car to look up, specifically at the woman’s car above them. They were shocked to see it fall, hitting numerous large poles that made the foundation of the Ferris wheel, tumbling until it came to a sudden stop near the middle of the Ferris wheel. From underneath, people were screaming, scrambling out of the way, while others merely stood there, their jaws unhinged. One person, a thirteen year old male, made his way to the side of the car and looked below. The car tipped over once more, crashing to the ground with a very large bang. It lay in a crumpled heap, no doubt spelling death for the woman inside it.[/style]