I get into the torn leather seat.
My heart beats like the banging of a drum.
My clammy wet hands pull down the harness as tight as it will go.
I pray that the harness will hold me in.
The train lurches as I ascend up the very high hill.
The chain makes a clicking noise as we go higher up.
The train reaches the top of the hill and my heart drops.
We begin to fall down the hill and I barely manage to scream.
The train dips and dives and turns everywhere until it stops.
I get off of the ride and a sigh releases from my chest.
Good use of imagery and figurative language
I liked the figurative language used to describe the experience of the rollercoaster.