The Ferris Wheel PART 1
By: Sophia A. The sky was still dark as I slid a light coat over my night shirt and put on a pair of old torn up jeans. Next, I tiptoed past my mother’s open door and quickly down the stairs. At the bottom I collected my bag and a hat to cover my face with. I slid out the door to an empty street with a cracked road running through it. As I walked on with my destination in…