Tell what happens when it stops.
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Finally, it stopped.

Slowly Jessica lifted the bar and stepped down from the hot metal seat onto the ground. She no longer bemoaned the dust blackening her brand new white sandals. In fact, she didn't even notice. A light breeze blew across her cheek. It felt so good. Heather and Jen pointed at a group of boys, giggled and waved. Then they dashed off into the crowd without noticing that Jessica didn't follow them. She didn't give a damn. Unless Dillon was with them. She risked turning her head to follow them, but it was a mistake. The world spun harder, but not before she caught a glimpse of Dillon's strawberry blonde hair. Thankfully he wasn't looking at her. He hadn't actually looked at her since the winter dance last year. She sighed. Supporting herself on the rickety metal rail that ran the perimeter of the carnival ride, she concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and not falling over. Or vomiting. Reaching the furthest she could from the noise and the crowds she reluctantly released her grip and staggered about twenty yards into the large field behind the high school before dropping to her knees. She panted on all fours salivating heavily.

"Please don't, please don't, please don't," she prayed. Again the gentle wind picked up. "Thank you, God." She rolled over onto her back and closed her eyes. It made the spinning worse. She looked up at the deep blue summer sky filled with tall billowy cumulus clouds. Nothing helped.

She had been so determined. Her mother bought her Dramamine at Woolworth. She hadn't eaten all day. The first three spins felt amazing and she was sure it had worked. But halfway through the ride it stopped and reversed direction and the fun was over. She considered screaming, trying to get the attendants attention to let her off. But it was too late. There was no getting off, not until it was over.

Why didn't this seem to happen to anyone else? The Good Neighbor Festival marked the last weekend of summer. Everyone came to see and be seen before going back to school. The nausea began to lift just a little, but another unpleasant sensation crept in. Guilt. She propped herself up on her elbows. Oof, too soon. She laid back down in the dry grass. It wasn't nice of her to lie to her neighbor Sara and tell her she already had plans to go with Heather and Jen. She had come alone and sought them out. She lied again telling them she had been on the Cobra loads of times and they should join her. Payback. The sun began to set and the temperature began to drop. Footsteps approached... Dillon?

"Hi, Jessica." A pair of dirty shorts came into view. Their owner sucked on a red white and blue snow cone. Her lips were stained an unattractive purple.

"Hi, Sara."

"You get sick again?"

"Yeah."

"Come on, I'll help you home."

"Thanks."

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