I screamed as the roller coaster crashed down over a slope, the wind winding through my hair. I glanced quickly to my right sides to see my parent’s amused expressions their hands high over their heads. “Rin, this next drop is high hold on dear!” I smiled happily at my adoptive parents, my dad’s rustled hair glued oddly his face from the wind.

            Then, I was happy. I had no family left except for my parents, and we had recently moved far away from our old home. I didn’t feel alone…I never really did…my parents were always with me. Even as a seven year old, I never felt alone in the world, until then.

            I lifted my arms as we hovered over the largest drop, and in a  matter of seconds, our car went plummeting down. I winced hearing the screams of the visitors sitting behind me.

I felt so happy then.

Yet soon the screams were silenced as the car began to rock unsteadily on the rails. Then it happened.

It ruined my life.

I suddenly heard a loud screech, and suddenly I felt the car turn awkwardly over the rail that it had once sat upon.

            That one loose bolt ruined my life…but in a way.

            Soon the car was plummeting to the ground at an amazing speed, I saw the earth below us grow closer and closer, and the last things I remember was the halter of my chest lifting up, and I felt my body being thrown from the coaster into something that nearly took my consciousness. I heard something crash, and soon flames could be heard crackling in the distance.

            In a way…it changed me…for the better.

I blacked out there and no one ever found me…I hid. I new what would happen if they found me. I would be sent away to a foster home. I never forgot the last moments of that ride, and eventually I knew how I had survived. My parents ripped of my halter and showing me a better chance of survival threw me from the ride, to save my life. From then on, I lived at the park, its rides, its stands, all of this my home, my food, my life. I’m seventeen now…and nothing has changed, I’ve learned how to survive in this place. I’m strong now, both physically and mentally.

It changed me…for the better…or for the worse, but I don’t care.

I’m living to survive now.

            I waited in the darkness, watching as a cart rolled past me violently, the passengers unaware of my presence. This was the haunted castle, in other words; my best source of money. My feet made no sound against the plastered rock beneath me, as I inched near a cart. It swooned past me slowly, and I attached myself to the side, my fingers hooked over the back edge.

I winced hearing a bystander scream, as a manikin jumped from the wall. I waited cautiously until we reached the pitch black, room, and quickly the cart began to spin. I wasted no time, before lifting myself up and, slipping my hand over the strap to the purse, that I had seen a woman carry in before. I stole it out, and whipped back into position before the ride stopped, and continued to progress to the exit. Before reaching the exit I slid the purse back unnoticed.