I ride in the car.
I hold on tightly to my pet.
Every bump, the water sloshes on me,
the bumps you barely notice until you are holding a fish.
Just a short drive can leave you
soaked, like the ocean.
I have chosen to accept the water,
Although every time it sloshes I feel the cold chill of it.
You wish for the ride to be over.
Five more minutes I hear.
I am the water.
I see the house where we are dropping my pet at.
The car stops,
more water on me.
I am soaked but we are finally here.
Bryker Woods Elementary
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