I could feel the heat from the balloons as I walk closer towards my friends, I could smell the heat as it drifted from the balloons all around me. This would be my first time going up in a hot-air balloon, and I was a bit worried, well more scared than worried. I watched as my best friend climbed into the balloon, he was a tour guide and was the reason I was doing this in the first place. He said I needed to get away from all the things that worried me, which I didn’t understand what he meant by that I had no problems to worry about in my life.
I soon found myself being helped into the balloon; I stood to my feet and turn to my friend; he smiled at me and pulled the string sending the flame into the balloon. “Here we go.” He said as the balloon lifted from the ground, I looked over the sides as we lifted up through the air higher and higher. The other balloons on the ground soon began to lift from the ground one by one. It was such a beautiful sight. As we rose high into the sky, I looked out at the other balloons rising to the sky with the golden sun set behind them; I could understand why he enjoyed his job so much. To look out on such a beautiful sight everyday must be wonderful.
I turned to him “Wow this is amazing I’ve never felt so relaxed in my life it’s wonderful up here. Thank you for making me do this.” He looked back at me with a strange look on his face, then turned and looked over the side of the balloon. “Well we all just wanted your last memory to be a good on is all.” He said, as he reached for something on the side of the basket. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked but he just looked at me, then pulled a backpack over his back and leaped from the balloon.
I looked over the side only to watch as a parachute opened, what’s going on, my mind started racing, is this a prank? I look around the balloon for a way to land it, I saw the down string and pulled it. The string detached with a piece of paper on it. I looked at it and there was something written on it.
“Your life is unfair you have been a success at everything you have ever tried and its time you failed at something for the first and last time, there is no way down on the balloon, it will continue to rise until you can’t breathe. And if by some chance, you do live until the fuel runs out the balloon will fall, and you will die. Sorry we had to do this to you but we need you gone.”
Continues in Balloon Ride Part 2