Because by this time on Friday our butts will just start to hurt A Ballad of Terror By: Hannah B We were waiting in line at MGM The sun is singing down on us, sparkling like a gem The line was long and so was our wait Stretching out my long hour of fate As we drew closer to the building, I could hear the screams Not as distant as the ones in my dreams I looked up as the doors opened wide And saw the happily terrified faces of the ones inside Doors opened for us, ones near the floor Then all the light was gone, we could see no more Then ground shook with petrified screams There was no way out, it was beyond my means I stood there shaking, white as a ghost There was only one think that I wanted most Candace laughed and tugged my hair While Sean blocked the chicken door, looking big as a bear So there I stood, blocked with no way out And the males on each side, making me feel stout Sean and Travis set me down in the car And the un-dead doorman lowered my bar There I sat, feeling worse than ever Would I forgive them? Scoff – NEVER! The ride then started and I tightened my grip Now wishing with all my heart that I had given them the slip As the car lurched forward, the furthest thing from smooth Ghost of these long dead glided in frond and blocked my view On the left, Candace let out a yawn On the right, a smirk by Sean Up and up we traveled, one floor – no twenty I looked out and gaped as I could see the whole country All of a sudden, the floor opened wide The light is no more and I feel like I left my insides I let out a scream and close my eyes tight And I try hard to let go of my fright Once we reached the bottom, I felt just fine But then we flew back up the mine Up and down we flew sporadically I can feel my self go horse by screaming madly After twelve drops we were done And I look ou8t at the bright shining sun The ride was over and I tried to breathe I felt my head go light as I started to weave One at each arm, my friends lifted my up And once outside Julie handed me a cup I tipped it up and downed it all Just before I started to fall The boys slowly lowered my down to a bench For all of these guys, that ride was a synch After a few minutes and stilling my breathing Most of the fear was gone and now I was wreathing I looked down the street and saw non other than McCullough walk by He stopped and looked at me and then said with a sigh: “Blosser, what’s wrong with, you why look at your face I’ve seen that color on one thing other – paste” The man turned his back and walked away Without giving me so much as a chance to say All my friends looked and felt bad for the choice that they forced me to make But it all ended well, for they bought me a funnel cake Also, Florida ppl I’m gonna be with, my dear old mum wants phone numbers because I will be with out a cell phone | 
