MacKenna Rose was freaking the fuck out. She knew they had to jump, and she knew she was going to have to go first. She was absolutely terrified, but she didn't have a lot of opportunity to figure out whether or not she was even capable of it. The rollercoaster had jumped up in speed just as her seatbelt fell off, and Kenna had realized for a minute or so her main priority would be to just not fall out of the damn thing too early.
I have to jump I have to jump I have to jump... It played over and over in her head, and as she could see the drop moving closer she started taking deep breaths. She pulled her shoes off, and edged to the far side of the car. "Oh, fuck, I can't do this," she mumbled, looking over the edge. She braced herself into the corner as they began down the drop, teeth clenched as she chanted over and over again, "I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this-!" And then, she'd done it. Climbing fast, one foot over the guard rail on the edge and she'd taken a dive off, one shoe still in each hand as she went for it. She hit the ground rolling, but she hit the ground hard, and she could hear something ripping. A couple layers of her skirt had snagged and come clean off. Her ruined dress was kind of the least of her worries, because the second she hit the ground she heard screaming. Angry screaming.