Adrienne turned to me, pointing at a sign close to the front of the line for the ferris wheel. “No single passengers,” she read. “Ha, I guess that means only Rufus can go.” “Well darn,” said Rufus, the second of the two friends accompanying me. “Guess you’ll just have to wallow in your singleness together.” I swatted at Rufus’ shoulder. “Too bad George isn’t here. You’re stuck with us.” Adrienne laughed and took a step forward in the line. I looked up at the ferris wheel in excitement. I loved ferris wheels, and the Cedar Point ferris wheel was one of the biggest I had ever had the opportunity to ride. It was a must-do attraction on my list of things to do on the eighth-grade field trip. “Are you excited to ride the ferris wheel? I bet the view is amazing up there,” I said to no one in particular. “Yeah, I freaking love ferris wheels,” said Adrienne. “I wanna take pictures once we’re at the top.” “Well I’ve never been on a ferris wheel,” said Rufus. “So I guess I’m ki
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