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a minute ago, i was staring at the empty walls of a waiting room, and now i'm in a car with two strangers heading to six flags. 
things happened fast, okay?
the thought that these two boys might be psychopath murderers only occurred to me after i strapped myself into their vehicle. are they kidnapping me? is the six flags ruse just a lie they tell their victims, like a white-van driver telling kids he's got candy? if so, i'm about to die the world's stupidest death. but no; i tamp down these thoughts. they seem nice, and if i needed to, i could always call a cab as soon as we're parked. if they do try anything though, i should be okay. they don't look that jacked. 
"which roller coaster are we riding first?" hat asks. 
frick, i've already forgotten his real name. back to hat it is. 
"i'm not riding any," i make known. 
"what?" hat looks surprised. "what do you mean?" 
i give him a blank stare. "i said i was scared of rides." 
"yeah, but i assumed since you're coming, you're planning to get over your fear." 
"actually, i was planning to keep being scared and find a churro stand." 
i catch not-hat laughing at my comment, but hat just shakes his head. "come on, they're really, really fun. we can start on a super small one." 
most of the coasters i've seen videos of online are nowhere close to 'super small', but i'm sure they exist. maybe a 'super small' one wouldn't be the end of the world . . . and i'd have a really sick 온라인카지노게임 to tell georgia afterward. plus, a pass into the park would be a waste of money if i don't actually ride anything. 
then i remember those 'top ten worst roller coaster incidents' videos i've seen on youtube and doubt creeps back in again. 
"i don't know . . . don't they malfunction often? what if the car goes off the tracks?" 
"that pretty much never happens." 
"i guess." 
not-hat speaks up. "by the way, what's your name?" 
i can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. they have a random girl in their car and they don't even know her name. i guess the same goes for me . . . but it's less weird because at least i've heard of them through georgia. 
"i'm bree." 
"i'm chris," hat says. 
"matt," not-hat says. 
right, chris and matt. i won't forget this time. 
"nice to meet you guys," i say, shifting in my seat to lean forward. "so," i ask, "you guys are tiktokers?" 
"well, we are, yeah, but we do youtube as well," chris says. 
"so you two do youtube and nick does lip balm?" i ask, trying to get things straight in my mind. 
"we all do youtube," matt says, "but nick also has a lip balm brand." 
"i see." 
"what do you do?" chris asks me. 
my stomach sinks. this is a question i dread answering. 
the truth is, i'm not actually from L.A, or even from california at all. i was born and raised in kentucky, with a dream of making it as an actress. i grew up participating in all of my school's productions, and i was good, too. but 'good' in middle-through-high school in kentucky doesn't translate quite the same after you've moved out to L.A, where 'good' doesn't even close to cut it.