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"But . . . but ..." Alex kept saying. Her face crumpled up as if she were going to cry.
Usually I can't stand to see someone cry. I get all mushy and sympathetic. But that time, I turned my back and walked away. Alex had lied, and I'd opened up and told her about my mother, and now I felt like a fool. Worse, I felt hurt.
I hadn't seen the last of Alex, though. The Pikes and Stacey and I went back to the Magic Kingdom that morning and split into groups
again. I wound up with Margo and Claire.
"Snow White! Snow White!" cried Claire. "Let's go on that ride again. I want to see the wicked witch."
So we went to Fantasyland and found Snow White's Adventure. And who should get on line behind us but Alex.
"Hi, there," she said.
I didn't answer her. My hurt had turned to anger.
"Can't I even talk to you?" asked Alex. "I have to tell you something."
"What was your favorite part of this ride?" I asked Margo, ignoring Alex.
"Oh, easy. When the witch looks like she's going to push the big rock on you."
Alex stopped talking.
She came on the ride with us, though. I mean, climbed right into our little Dopey car, as if she were the fourth person in our party!
After the ride I tried to lose her in the crowd. When I thought I'd succeeded I said to the girls, "Have you guys been on Cinderella's Golden Carousel?"
"Nope," they replied.
So we stood on line, and then ran onto the merry-go-round and chose our horses. The
music started. The horses began to move. As my horse rose up, the one next to me sank down. I found myself looking into Alex's face.
"Hi!" she said.
I whipped my head around and wouldn't pay attention to her.
A few minutes later, when the merry-go-round had slowed to a stop, Claire began begging for ice cream. I knew from experience that she wouldn't stop until she'd had some. We walked to The Round Table and each got a cone piled high with swirls of soft vanilla ice cream.
Alex stood on line behind us.
Purely to escape her, I walked the girls all the way over to Tomorrowland after we'd finished our cones. The first thing I noticed was a sign at Space Mountain announcing that the line was only ten minutes long. The second thing I noticed was that we'd finally lost Alexandra.
"This is the time to ride Space Mountain," I told the girls. "Hardly any wait."
"Goody!" they cried.
So we rode the roller coaster.
When we came out, Alex was waiting for us.
"There you are!" she said.
And at that moment, Margo threw up her entire ice-cream cone and probably all of her breakfast, too. Most of it went on Alex's shoes.
That was the last we saw of Alexandra Car-mody that day.
I couldn't have been happier.
Byron.
Disney World is awesome! And today is even better than yesterday was. That's because me and my brothers asked if David Michael could spend the day with us, and if we could be on our own again Ч us five boys Ч like we were at Treasure Cay.
Mom and Dad said no to being on our own, but yes to David Michael. That was good enough for me. I didn't care if Stacey had to follow us around. She's pretty cool. And she said we could do whatever we wanted as long as it was legal.
Well, we knew exactly what we wanted to do. The question was, would there be enough time for everything? We wanted to go on Space Mountain, Pirates of the Caribbean, the Haunted Mansion, and the rides in Frontier-land. We wanted to look for hidden treasure
again, too. (We still had our map.) And we wanted to eat as much food as possible.
"In that case," said Stacey, "there's just one thing I insist on."
"What?" I asked.
"That you ride Space Mountain and Big Thunder Mountain Railroad before you eat a thing. Got it?"
"Got it," we said.
That was a great excuse to go right to Space Mountain. It was early in the day and the line wasn't too long, so as soon as we came out of the ride, we went back in again.
"Oh," groaned Stacey. "Twice in a row? I don't think my poor old stomach is up to this."
"Well, you don't have to come with us. You could wait outside," I said hopefully.
"No way," replied Stacey. But she looked pretty green by the time we'd ridden Space Mountain the second time.
"Now Ч on to Big Thunder Mountain Railroad!" cried David Michael Thomas. "That's my favorite ride. You have to look around while you're on it. It's like you're really in the wild, wild wrest. Did you guys see the bones? And the possums hanging from the tree? And the chickens and the goat? How about
the mine shaft? I liked going up, up, up and then Ч "
"Oh, please!" said Stacey. "I know I told you we had to go on the roller coasters first, but I take it back. Let's find a tamer ride. We'll go on the railroad at the end of the day Ч if you haven't eaten too much."
"Pirates of the Caribbean!" I cried. "Let's go, you guys. Off to Adventureland!"
"Pirates of the Caribbean," Stacey repeated weakly. "Isn't that a water ride? I don't know. A boat . . . All that swaying and rocking . . ."
But we were already way ahead of her.
Stacey caught up to us as we were following the line through the caverns that lead to the beginning of the ride.