by Malia Bates
California Screamin’
With the golden sun beaming in m eyes,
A gentle breeze sweeps by my face.
Waiting for the ride to begin, my heart began beating rapidly
5….
4….
3…
2…
1…
We shot off like a rocket soaring through the sky,
Whipping around curves,
Making sharp turns feeling as if I was going to fly out.
The final trek to the top slowing down,
Swoosh it dropped us to the bottom, twisting and twirling through loops.
The pace of my heart back to normal,
We were at the loading dock.
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