Mary Anne and the theme park

It was still early; the theme park was deserted; the toy clowns slowly moved from side to side. The manager sat in his toll box counting his money, note by note, coin by coin. It was forecast to rain; and they sky was black; Another day of misery, thought the manager as he put on his yellow and orange striped socks. He was about leave when he heard footsteps, not just one set of footsteps, but many. Surely, no one would want to come to the theme park today, not this early. And without any thought he went to find the mysterious footsteps. As he walked along the brown messy walkway he noticed he could no longer hear the footsteps, and just when he thought they were gone, a shadow followed behind him. Just as he turned around his whole life flashed before him.

Mary Anne woke up, excited and ready!! Their class was going to visit the theme park today as camp was canceled because of all the pouring rain last week. She couldn't wait, she planned to go on all the rides, especially the spotted cyclone. Everyone else at school dreaded the spotted cyclone, at the back of the park it stands, black, dark, scary and ready to frighten everyone who enters. She sat dreaming of all the fairy floss and ice-cream when she was rudely interrupted,"Okay, look i know you are 14 but that doesn't mean you can sleep in till 7.45, you got to go to school soon, so unless you want to miss the buss i suggest you get up now!! lazy child" She muttered under her breath and walked out of her room. and you are to take

As the school group finally arrived at the themepark, they were surronded by sirens and blue and red flashing lights. As Mrs Tablet moved closer to see what was happening, a police officer confronted her.
"Excuse me, Ma'am I am very sorry but this place is out of bounds, we can not let anyone in!" he shouted rudely.
"Oh Dear, what has happened," asked Mrs Tablet, worriedly.
"Someone has been killed. We cannot tell you anymore information." The policemen sounded solemn as he looked at his hand, covered in fresh, red blood.
"Oh no!" Mrs Tablet gasped, and a tear flowed down her cheek landing on her bare hands.
"Is there.... is... there..... something..... something... i can ..... do," Mrs tablet was overwhelmed with shock, "I could.... um..... help.... or ......" She was rudely interrupted by the police who sounded very strict, "No, ma'am, this is for the police to deal with; you are not to get involved. This is none of your business  and you are to take your class, and leave immediately." He turned and walked away. But Mrs Tablet was not fully sure the police had this situation under control. she remembered the rude police with the fresh blood all over his hands, the blue and red flashing lights. This may not be the fun day they wanted, but it would be a great adventure.